A Home Is Not A House

A home is not a house, It is not sticks nor stones, It is not a wall nor a roof. A home cannot be bought nor sold, A home cannot be priced nor discounted. A home is friends, family, and comfort, It is kindness, happiness, and the sound of laughter. A home is somewhere where you can be you, Somewhere where you fit in and everybody respects each other, Somewhere where you can always get a helping hand. A house is merely a box that you live in, It is a spot to put all of your belongings, Somewhere to sleep for the night. A house can be replaced, priced, and sold. It can be made from sticks or stones. A home cannot be replaced. It can be in the form of a group, a place, or a thing, A group of friends, your homeland, or a mug of hot chocolate on a cold winter night. It can be happy, comfortable, or full of laughter, A home is a place where you have joy. A house can be eerie, silent, and dark, It can be empty, scary, and make you feel trapped, It looms over you making you feel very small, A house can be imposing. Homes are the things that Habitat for Humanity are making. Because of this, families will feel safe and comfortable, They will feel happy and cared for, A home is the greatest joy in the world.