A house

It was just a house at first,

with bricks, cement and whatever was must.

A structure without life,

like an unsharpened kitchen life.

It became a home later,

when we souls just entered

creating nostalgic memories

while living out our stories.

It became a family at last,

a treasure trove of my beautiful past,

where life just went by so fast.

And now, as I step out,

from this haven, I adore,

I only pray,

that my home never again becomes

 just a house.