Home

Home is a warm harbor,
Sheltering us from the wind and rain.
There is a soft bed,
And delicious meals cooked by mom.

Home is a post station for the soul,
Giving us a shoulder to rely on when tired.
Dad’s smile is as bright as the sun,
The company of siblings is never tiresome.

In the living room, laughter is flowing,
In the study, thoughts are spreading.
In the bedroom, there are sweet dreams,
From the kitchen wafts the warmth of love.

Home is a scroll of years,
Recording the bits and pieces and romance of life.
No matter where we go,
Home is always at the softest end in our hearts.