Where Love Lives

People say they want better homes: Bigger, sleeker, featuring garden gnomes. Ones with heated pools and massive yards, Endless screens and fancy cars. Well then, by that measure, mine’s the worst: A tiny yard, no pool to dive headfirst. Not cool, they’d say, not up to date. EV? No. TV? No. The tech is low; I won’t debate. Yet still, I’m happy, heart and soul. My home feels like a perfect whole. It welcomes me back from school each day, Melting all of my stress away. Dainty trees sway as bees arrive, Buzzing joyfully where flowers thrive. A bright red door stands proud and wide, Warmth beaming from deep inside. No PCs hum within these walls, But books stand tall in crowded halls. Recipes, stories, and memories unfurled, Every page is a wiser world. Pillows and couches call for rest, Soft and worn, they pass the test. Plush friends grin from bed and chair, My nighttime crew is gathered there. No matter what, they always stay, Snuggled close 'til the morning rays. The living room is decorated with laughter and light, Chasing away the quiet night. In the air, comfort settles deep, From knowing looks to tender hugs to promises we keep. And, in the family room, we gather near, Sharing hopes and dreams, year by year. Through every tear, scrape, and fall, Their steady hands outlast it all. Call it plain or drab from the outside, Looks can never be the guide. It may not win the flashiest prize, But love lives here... so don’t judge with the eyes.