I love being home with my family, pets, and my books and treasures. For me, a house should be cozy and unpretentious. A home is family pictures on the wall, grandma's china, lots of cookbooks and a place to celebrate every holiday. It's a kitchen where lovely family meals are created, surrounded by gardens and a welcome mat a the door.

 

Where love is....

no house is too small

 

 

A house is built by human hands -

But a home is built by human hearts

A house is made of walls and beams, but a home is built with hopes and dreams.

A PRAYER FOR A LITTLE HOME

God send us a little home,
To come back to, when we roam.
Low walls and fluted tiles,
Wide windows, a view for miles.
Red firelight and deep chairs,
Small white beds upstairs-
Great talk in little nooks,
Dim colors, rows of books.
One picture on each wall,
Not many things at all.
God send us a little ground,
Tall trees stand round.
Homely flowers in brown sod,
Overhead, thy stars, 0 God.
God bless thee, when winds blow,
Our home, and all we know.

--Florence Bone

"Home is the heart of life....
Home is where we feel at ease,
where we belong, where we can create surroundings that reflect our tastes and pleasures....
Making a home is a form of creativity
open to everyone."
--T. Conran

Song for a Little House

I'm glad our house is a little house,

not to tall nor too wide.

I'm glad for the hovering butterflies

feel free to come inside.

 

Our little house is a friendly house,

it is not shy or vain.

It gossips with the friendly trees,

and makes friends with the rain.

 

And quick leaves cast a shimmer of green,

against the whited walls.

And in the phlox the courteous bees

are paying duty calls.

--Christopher Morely

Home

The road to laughter beckons me,
The road to all that's best;
The home road where I nightly see
The castle of my rest;
The path where all is fine and fair,
And little children run,
For love and joy are waiting there
As soon as day is done.

There is no rich reward of fame
That can compare with this:
At home I wear an honest name,
My lips are fit to kiss.
At home I'm always brave and strong,
And with the setting sun
They find no trace of shame or wrong
In anything I've done.

There shine the eyes that only see
The good I've tried to do;
They think me what I'd like to be;
They know that I am true.
And whether I have lost my fight
Or whether I have won,
I find a faith that I've been right
As soon as day is done.

--Edgar Guest

Home--The place where our stomachs get three square meals a day and our hearts--a thousand.

--Charles M. Crowe

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HOME, SWEET HOME

Mid Pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

 

An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;

Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again!

The birds singing gaily, that came at my call- Give me them-and the peace of mind, dearer than all!

 

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

 

I gaze on the moon as I tread the dreary wild,

And feel that my mother now thinks of her child,

As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door

Throe' the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.

 

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

 

How sweet 'its to sit 'neat a fond father's smile,

And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile!

Let others delight 'mid new pleasure to roam,

But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home,

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

 

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;

The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there; No more from that cottage again will I roam;

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

 

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

--John Howard Payne

I Have Found Such Joy

I have found such joy in simple things;

A plain, clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread,

A cup of milk, a kettle as it sings,

The shelter of a roof above my head,

And in a leaf-laced square along the floor,

Where yellow sunlight glimmers through a door.

I have found such joy in things that fill

My quiet days: a curtain's blowing grace,

A potted plant upon my window sill,

A rose, fresh-cut and placed within a vase;

A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair,

And books I long have loved beside me there.

Oh, I have found such joys I wish I might

Tell every woman who goes seeking far

For some elusive, feverish delight,

That very close to home the great joys are:

The elemental things--old as the race,

Yet never, through the ages, commonplace.

--Grace Noll Crowell

Bless My Home

Fill my home, dear Lord, I pray

With blessings from above,

But most of all I ask that it

Be always filled with love.

 

May those who step within my door

Find happy hearts inside

And, Lord, please may my door and heart

Be ever open wide.

 

May all who gather round my hearth

Find kindness glowing there

And may each soul who dwells within

Love and contentment share.

 

So bless my home and bless each one

Who dwells or steps inside

And may I find beneath my roof

That peace and joy abide.

--Carice Williams

Home is a box of jewels, more precious than diamonds or fine rubies. Here in childhood dwelt your mother's love; here, in my riper years, the love of your children and their mother.

--Albert B. Galloway

A Little Home

The little house is not too small

To shelter friends who come to call

Though low the roof and small its space

It holds the Lord's abounding grace,

And every simple room may be

Endowed with happy memory.

 

A little house, severly plain,

A wealt of beauty may contain

With those who dwell may find

High faith which make for peace of mind,

And that sweet understanding withch

Can make the poorest cottage rich.

 

The little house can hold all things

From which the soul's contentment springs

'Tis not too small for love to grow,

For all the joys that mortals know,

For mirth and song and that delight

Which makes the humblest dwelling bright.

--Edgar A. Guest