In the gentle hush of eveningâs glow,
Where laughter dances, soft and low,
Home becomes a sacred space,
A tapestry of loveâs embrace.
Walls that whisper stories old,
Of dreams and hopes, quietly told,
In every corner, memories weave,
Foundations strong, that never leave.
The hearth that warms the winter night,
A beacon of comfort, guiding light,
Family gathered, hearts entwined,
In simple moments, peace defined.
Together we stand, come what may,
Through joy and sorrow, night and day,
Home is not just bricks and beams,
But the love that fills our dreams.