Can My House Be a Home?

The house I live in now, I can call home.
But not every house I've lived could I call home.
Nor every home I've had could be called a house.

Home to me is a place of security and serenity.
A place I share my life with my family,
and they share theirs with me.

A house is just a conveniently organized pile of sticks
that surrounds misplaced or well organized belongings.

This house is always a mess,
but somehow we survive.
The bills are never caught up,
but we do not live in need.

We can always dream of bigger and better,
but we have never been happier.
Everyone is not always at home,
but no one is ever lonely.
Everyone does not always get along,
But each of us know we are loved.

Yes, finally...
I can call the house I live in a home.