In the quiet corners of my heart,
Where whispers of memories reside,
A place of warmth and gentle art,
Where dreams and reality collide.

The walls echo laughter and tears,
Stories etched in time’s embrace,
A sanctuary from all fears,
In every nook, a familiar trace.

Seasons change, yet it remains,
A steadfast beacon through the storm,
A tapestry of joys and pains,
Where love and comfort take form.

Home is not just brick and stone,
It’s where the soul finds its way,
A symphony of the heart’s own tone,
Forever cherished, come what may.