Fire of Care

Home, what is a home We all have a home It may not be a roof or even four walls but love builds a home. Home is where the fire of care billows and smokes. It's where my mom greets me at the door asking if I had a good day. It could be your mom, dad, sister or brother, aunt uncle, grandmother or father.It feels warm at a home no matter the cold. You give love and get love for love is a home. When I walke in my home I smell my babs famous chicken I can hear my mom drinking here tea I see my dog curled up on our couch.