What Home Means to Me

In the heart of hearth where memories reside, A sanctuary where love and laughter bide. Beneath the roof, a haven strong, A symphony of belonging, where we all belong. Walls that echo tales of joy and tears, A refuge through the passing years. Windows framing the changing view Witness to a family, tried and true. In the kitchen's warmth, a culinary song, A melody of comfort, where bonds grow strong. The table set with stories to share, A banquet of togetherness, beyond compare. Doors that open to welcome and embrace, A threshold to kindness, a warm fireplace. The hallway, a gallery of moments past, A visual ode to the friendships that last. Bedrooms, each a cozy nest, Where dreams are woven, and souls can rest. Soft whispers in the quiet night, A lullaby of home, gentle and bright. In the garden, blooms of every hue, A living poem, a love that grew. A patchwork quilt of nature's grace, An embrace that time cannot erase. Home, a poem etched in brick and beam, A verse of comfort, a cherished dream. In every nook, a stanza to find, A haven of the heart, for all of humankind.