A Place That Holds Me

Home is home A place made with love not walls While holding laughter, joy and warmth With every wall holding stories and quiet memories Faint pencil lines climb the doorway tracing the years we grew. While the table heard every secret over the years The couch holding all the tiredness at the end of a long day With the gentle footsteps echoing through the floors and walls When love speaks in quiet actions Where that one look says everything you need to know Where the love shows in small ways and comforts Where no words need to be understood to feel loved Where I can fall apart but still feel whole Home is like a warm blanket you can wrap around yourself on a cold day With a hug so full of love it feels endless Arms wrapped around you full of promises And in the end, home is where love waits for me Because no matter how far I go, this is where I belong