Ode to Home

Oh home isn't just a place to stay. It is with the people that truly make your day. Through sunsets and sunrises, It's where you can finely rest. It makes me feel oh so blessed it’s photos on the walls that time can’t erase each memory frozen in place. Under my covers safe from monsters under my bed surrounded by old dusty books to be read, happiness floods my mind and heart as I open the door to be met with family and more… it’s the familiar hard wood floor it will make your heart warm to the core as it makes a soft creek with every beat as it meets your tired feet. It's the sweet smell of coffee, wood and memories in the air of a thousand reminders that I still care. So home isn’t just walls, rooms and floors i’ve known it’s the sweet embrace that gives me the sense of home