Home is where the heart is

Home is the scent of fresh-baked bread, A warmth that lingers as it’s spread. The tired smile of Mom at night, Her eyes still filled with gentle light. It’s brothers jokes, sisters cheer, The kind of laughter you hold dear. The walls may stand, the roof may shield, But love’s the strength that home will yield. Home is not just bricks or floor, It’s memories that mean much more. A place where every heart can stay, And find its peace at the end of the day.