A home is really made of
The bricks of love and care
And walls that can support
Lots of happiness rare
Where many other things
Are present like the beam
The beam of joy and smile
Filled with fain scream
Where you are welcomed
To come and take a rest
Whenever you are tired
And gloomy with life's test
Because there everyone
Is ready with you to share
Lots of tear and smiles
And a hug that shows their care.
Seema Chowdhury
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-home-2/
