Where Is Its Heart?

I watch my home being built Its frame, the skeleton Its siding, the skin Its electricity, the brain Its ventilation, the lungs Its plumbing, the blood But where is its heart? My home is not alive Until the day my family moves in We are my home’s heart Beating life and love into our new home Beating fast with excitement Racing up the stairs Down the halls To see our new rooms Beating slow as we eat our first meal together Feeling so fortunate that we have These walls around us This roof over our heads Home truly is where the heart lives