The meaning of home

What does home mean to you, my friend? Is it walls that shelter, a place to mend? A roof where laughter fills the air, A cozy corner, a favorite chair. It's not just a house, brick and stone, It's warmth in the heart, not feeling alone. A canvas of memories, both old and new, The scent of meals, a comforting stew. It’s memories painted in colors so bright, A refuge of peace in the dark of the night. With every embrace, every word spoken, A bond that remains, unbroken, unspoken. In the glow of the dawn, in the hush of the night, Home is the feeling when everything's right With each little detail, a story unfolds, The whispers of love that forever holds . A feeling of safety, no matter the storm, Where love wraps around us, keeping us warm. Home is the laughter, the tears that we share, A collection of moments, with all of us there. It's hugs at the doorway, a safe, sweet embrace, A gathering spot, a familiar place. Walls that have held us through joy and strife, A garden of dreams where we cultivate life. So what does home mean? It’s simple, it’s clear, It’s the warmth in our hearts that draws us near. A canvas of life, painted with grace, Home is the love that time can’t erase.