Home

A house is a blank canvas. Waiting to be filled With memories, Painted stroke by stroke. Home is a beautiful painting No matter big or small. Colours, emotions, joy. The vibrant smells, tastes, sights Where I feel the most welcome. And the place where Our happiness awakes. Home, where the piano tinkles harmoniously In melodic tunes. As beautiful as The chorus of crickets chirping While the morning dew settles. Warm sounds fill the room, A ding-dong at the door. Where we play ping pong together, And laugh side by side. Home, where the aromas of dinner cooking Wafts to my nose My sister baking cookies The chocolate chips melting in my mouth, And the flavours bursting with colours. Vanilla, chocolate, gingerbread Brightness. Joy. Laughter. Love. Memories, feelings, the place where Emotions are evoked. Home is a safe, enveloping blanket Like a warm bubble bath That washes away the troubles. Like the waves upon the soft sand of a beach. Where I am loved and appreciated beyond Anything else. Here, my mind is put to ease I feel the hazy clouds roll away And the blushing sun arrives with pink and gold Reigning in the sky once more. Home is a delicate sewing pattern Assembled with a needle and thread. Where the moments come and the moments go. But the memories stay forever. Woven into our hearts. Home is a place within my soul That even words cannot Fully express Home is like a guiding star Or a firework illuminating the night, Like brightness in the dark. Home is an radiant flower Blooming in the snow A small yet beautiful sign of hope. Help Habitat for Humanity And help spread hope Give those in need A canvas to paint A place to create memories.