The Light Of Home

Home, a light in the darkest of storms. Home should be a safe place, a home is a place where you can go to take things off your shoulders. Home is made from memories and love but a house is made of wood and stone. Home is a warm bright feeling you get, a house is a place made of cold dark stone. Home is a place where you are safe and smart and loved right from the start. Home is always there, it may not seem like it but it travels in our hearts. Houses can crumble and fall but a home stays loving and tall. Houses can crack and break, homes are only as strong as you are. When one is lost in the darkest of times, look to the light, the light within, it’ll always be there, the light of home. -Sincerely, Isla B. Hull -The End-