Home, A Place of Comfort

Home, A Place Of Comfort It’s not just a bed, or a roof over my head, Even if we lived in a tattered shed, A home is still a place that we are lucky to have, As long as we are able to share our love and to have a good laugh. A safe place to cozy up by the fire, Cuddles and giggles are what I aspire. A chat around the table is all we need, It is the conversation, not the food that feeds. A quiet corner with a warm blanket and a good book helps me to escape, This feeling of tranquility is a feeling I will always long to take, A hard floor with our focused thoughts, is all we require to huddle, As we put our heads together to fit together the last piece of a puzzle. Having the most lavish house is not our race, Feeling loved, supported, and comfortable in any place is what makes us feel safe.