A couch, a bed, a door

A floor

Beneath the roof over my head

A place I can rest and relax in

The one I call my house

With the keys jingling to enter inside

A place I can stay warm and comfortable in

The other

My home

My family, my memories

A place I grew up in and visit often

The love and warmth of people nearby

The ones I adore

When two intertwine

My house and my home

I’m lucky I have both

For I am not lost nor alone

It’s a sweet little thing

My house and my home