This is our base, our favourite place
our beginning and end to each day.
It’s our triumph and glory, that these walls tell stories as they soak up all we do and say.
This is our space. Each corner is laced with items we’ve chosen with care. From sweet scented candles, to fixtures & handles the atmosphere’s just right to share.
So near or so far, wherever we are,
no matter where we choose to roam we live and we learn, but we always return; This is the place we call home.
Home is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem.
What does home mean to you?