A Home Is...

My home is mine yours is yours Each one is different as you open the doors The smell of love Of food and treats Each tradition is different And who sits at the dinner table seats We fight and we truce Quarrel and make up Each house is unique and special There is no runner-up The feel of warmth Of a lovely floral arrangement A bath at lukewarm Without family estrangement We love we hate We give and take A home is ours Where we felt good and had aches