Home is not the walls we paint,
or lights that softly glow,
it lives inside the quiet hearts
of people we all know.
A mother’s voice at break of dawn,
a father’s tired smile,
siblings laughing in the hallway
that make the pain worthwhile.
Through every storm and broken day,
through joy and loss the same,
family stays beside your soul
like an everlasting flame.
The poetry soul
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