I live In a Home Not a House

If home were a feeling it would feel safe and loving. When I am at home, I can be me. If home were a smell, it would be freshly baked donuts right out of the oven. Chicken shorba would be the taste of home if home were a taste. If home were a sight, it would be in the gazebo looking at the fire pit. If home were a sound, it would be the fire crackling inside our gazebo. A home is a place of love not hate, a home is a place of happiness, not sadness. People can make and break a home. Love and kindness will make a home thrive. Love, kindness respect, and forgiveness. These are the four things that will hold up a home. I live in a home, not a house.