What Home is to Me

What Home is to me Home is where my heart feels free, A place that's safe for just being me. The walls may be simple, the roof not grand, But it's built with care by loving hands. Home is laughter that fills the air, Stories we share and moments we care about. It's the scent of dinner, warm and sweet, And the sound of shoes by the door, neat. It's where I grow, where dreams take flight, Where the darkest days still feel bright. Home's not just a place, it’s more It’s love, comfort and an open door. By Hunter