its home

Home My family home, A place so dear where love and laughter always cheers. The walls, the windows, the roof up high. A shelter to protect, a place to reside. The porch, where we’d sit and talk watching the sunset, taking a walk. In our safety of our family home, we smile. The kitchen, is the heart of our home. Where delicious meals would roam. The aroma of moms cooking, so divine. A taste of heaven, on cloud nine. The living room, where we'd gather at night, talking and laughing, under a warm blanket stories and secrets, We'd share and keep. In our family home, love ran deep. Each room, yeah has a treasure trove filled with memories and endless love. The staircase, where we'd race upstairs to see who would reach first, without any scares. The bedrooms, Our own special space decorated with love, And tied by a piece of joy. Our family home a place of comfort and rest where we'd come back to after every quest. No matter how far we'd roam, Our hearts would always lead us home. Through the ups and downs, it stood strong. A symbol of love that could never be wrong. Our family home, a legacy to hold a bond that will Forever unfold.