Home Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

A home is more than a place with four walls.
It is more than rooms connected with halls.
A home is a place where your heart is mellow.
It has memories like fruit cocktail in red Jell-O.

This is where two newlyweds began their life as one.
So in love, that problems added up to the sum of none.
An abode that welcomed young babes soon after birth.
Faith was part of a foundation that reinforced its worth.

The doors are always open to a family that has grown.
It is a shelter for those who have survived the unknown.
When the sun sets and all traveling has come to an end.
Home is where loved ones gather to say their last amen.