What is Home?

In the heart’s silent chambers, Where dreams softly roam, Lies the essence of a question: What is home? Is it walls of brick, or a roof above, Or something deeper, a feeling of love? Home is where the weary soul finds its rest, Where warmth envelops, and worries are blessed With whispers of solace, in every embrace, A sanctuary of comfort, a sacred space. It is not just the structure, the brick, or the stone, But where you’re embraced, where you’re truly known, It’s the laughter that echos through every room, The memories woven in the fabric of gloom. In the embrace of welcome and home will always come.