The Home that Memories Built

When I think of home, My quiet little dome, I think of memories, Life made documentaries. Home is where I embrace my glory, As I sleep, my walls tell stories, I enjoy the time with family and friends, This is where the laughter never ends. The memories I make at home, Are like beautiful garden gnomes, Mystical, nostalgic, a feel of touching magic, Full of love, anything but tragic. My family builds each memory. Every step I take, they're there for me, When I was young, very little They’d make me laugh with every tickle. I remember the times when I was in Egypt, With my grandparents, telling them secrets, They’d make me traditional food that I’d enjoy, They’re my home away from home, bringing me joy. My home is like a map I unfold, Always a new memory waiting to be told, Memories bring me thinking back, To my younger self, following the tracks. Memories I make at home are everywhere, They're in my imagination, floating in the air, They’re like dust on shelves and on the floor, Quiet and still but impossible to ignore. The stories being told at the table, They’re like a forever lasting fable, When I see a photo, it's just a moment in time, But my memories, I’ll feel for a lifetime. Thank you, Habitat for Humanity, For all your love and charity, You make the world a better place, For us to live, learn, and have dreams to chase.