A house is a place we call a home,
Where memories are made and grown,
It could be made of wood or stone,
Or even concrete, strong as a bone.
A garden full of grass and trees,
A cozy corner to sip some tea,
A place where family gathers close,
And laughter echoes from room to post.
It’s where we go to find retreat,
From the outside world’s noisy beat,
A refuge where we feel complete,
Wrapped in warmth, our hearts at ease.
So whether humble or grand abode,
A place of comfort, our hearts bestowed,
With the love and care that we’ve sowed,
A house becomes a home, our love bestowed.
