Home

By Hugh Murphy Home is more than walls and doors, It’s where the heart finds peace once more. A quiet space, where love can bloom, A gentle warmth that fills the room. It’s in the laughter, soft and bright, In shared meals late into the night. It’s in the hugs, whispered and cheered, A place to return, year after year . Home is not just where we stay, But where are souls are free to play A canvas for our joy and tears, A shelter through both doubts and fear. Home is a song, a lullaby, A place where we can simply fly. More than the roof above our head, It’s where our dreams and hopes are fed. Home is the love that gently grows, Where the world outside, no longer shows.