My home-the place where memories are born

My home is the place where I am planted to grow. Home is where your parents watch you outgrow. It's the place where a family gets together. And enjoys a meal or two altogether. A home is a place full of cheer and joy. Waiting for a child to rattle a toy. From sweet-scented candles to fixtures and handles. The atmosphere's just right to share. It's the place where I fill tears in my eyes. It's the place where people tell lies. We live and we learn from this place called home. It is precious as gold. So make sure it doesn't catch a cold. We have it for granted. But, for some, it is wanted. It is better than going on vacation to the states. Home sweet home is a better space. I sit beside my fireplace. Looking into my mother's beautiful face. My home gives me a good night's sleep. My home gets dusted and gets a sweep. I feel quite very sad for those with no home. Because a home is a paradise that everyone wants to own. My home is where I come back to feel alive. My home is where I let happiness thrive. My home is where I say goodbye to gloom. But, let all the love bloom. It is my favorite place; home.