MY HOME

My home is not a house of stone, It is not just beams and brick alone, It's laughter shared at the end of the day, And whispered dreams that softly play It is found in tender moments, in love shared at night, Like memories sparing joy with gentle light. It is where the heart finds comfort, where dreams unfold and play, In peaceful corners filled with love, where worries fade away. A house is hollow and can be customized, but a home is beyond compare A home is filled with affection and love, which a house can not obtain A house can be big or small, but a home is big with care