My Tiny Heaven

Home is more than walls and floors, Not just shelves or wooden doors. It’s where my heart and laughter soar, A tiny heaven in our hearts. Home is my happy place, Where my siblings first saw my face, Where my first wishes found their way, And where I smile each and every day. It feels like living in a dream, Where memories live and stories gleam. Treasures hang in a quiet gallery, Moments stitched into eternity. Every day, a memory’s made, In gentle moments that softly stay: Cuddling with Mom when the world feels wrong, Running to Dad when fears are strong. Home is the laughter echoing through the air. My brother shouts, “Hey! Be quiet!” While yelling at his game. Playing volleyball inside with my sister, Hitting the roof, but we just laugh, no blister. We cook, we clean, all side by side, With love and laughter as our guide. Home is snowmen in winter’s glow, Hoops in the yard, and badminton throws. It’s movies at night, games till the light, Happiness shining so bright. Home is where I call my grandpa, Feeling his love, no matter how far. It’s warmth, it’s care, it’s dreams everywhere, A place where family fills the air. Home is where my faith takes root, Where morning prayers and scriptures suit. The Bible opens, my heart takes flight, Guided by God’s eternal light. Every corner whispers His love, A gentle hand from heaven above. In laughter, in tears, in quiet days, His presence shines in countless ways. Home isn’t a house; it’s where hearts are one, Where stories are told, and joy’s never done. It’s family, it’s laughter, it’s where we belong, A melody of life, a lifelong song.