Aww. I love it. Home is where the heart is. My mom sold my childhood house a year after dad passed, so four years ago now. But she has made her apartment into the same type of home, eliciting those same feelings of comfort and family :)
This may be part of the reason you and I are kindred, we have very similar family bonds and feelings about them.
Did the birds make it into your poems? ☺️
Home is certainly where the heart is, true. The heart pretty much is home now that I think about it. Does your Mom's apartment have the same scent as the house you grew up in? It's been that way each and every place my parents moved to.
We certainly are kindred spirits, there's no denying it. No, the birds didn't make it into the poems but they kind of warrant their own. Maybe I'll work on that this week.