A home's not made by painted walls
Or even a manicured lawn.
It's not defined by its roofline
Or even what street it's on.
A home's made a home by those within,
Who share a loving bond.
You can relax there, be yourself,
Be creative, and beyond.
It's a place you're not eager to leave,
For it is a solace to you.
Your home's where your heart's at rest
And your loved ones gather too.
It's where group meals are shared
And sentiments expressed,
Where you have a comfy space
And you're not required to get dressed.
Can a home still be a home
If residing solitary?
Absolutely; home reflects
The heritage we carry.
A home should be a place
That is welcoming to friends,
For the spirit of a home
Is a feeling that extends.
Therefore, your home may be--
At its pure and homey core--
A second home to someone
Who has found its open door.
Or even what street it's on.
A home's made a home by those within,
Who share a loving bond.
You can relax there, be yourself,
Be creative, and beyond.
It's a place you're not eager to leave,
For it is a solace to you.
Your home's where your heart's at rest
And your loved ones gather too.
It's where group meals are shared
And sentiments expressed,
Where you have a comfy space
And you're not required to get dressed.
Can a home still be a home
If residing solitary?
Absolutely; home reflects
The heritage we carry.
A home should be a place
That is welcoming to friends,
For the spirit of a home
Is a feeling that extends.
Therefore, your home may be--
At its pure and homey core--
A second home to someone
Who has found its open door.
© 2025 Teresa Miles Kephart
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