What Home means to Me

A home is not a house, bricks and tiles, but love that shows. A roof and windows, but care inflows. A bed and a table, but memories are stable. A meal and a kitchen, but smiles that pitch in. With a swish of love in every room, your home is always sure to bloom. And a wave of kindness in every corridor, your heart is not a foreigner. What a home means to me, is a place where love buzzes like a bee. From flower to flower, making memories that last forever. What home means to you, might just be a place where you don't feel blue. Feel yellow and shining, feel nice and green, feel happy and clean. Be kind and gentle, be loved and respectful. Have faith and hope, be honest and don’t tense up. Relax, have time, but work to climb. This is what a home means.