Could My Home Be?

Could a structure be a place , I would feel at home?

Or would it be a place, I really loved to roam?

During a time when I was growing ,as a wee child.

My home was with my family, where I often did smile.

Yet as we grow, we learn of many a place.

My home is a feeling, or felt in a smile or in a face.

Time spent with those I admired.

Resting when I knew I was tired.

Where fruits and veggies are on my plate.

Being with others on Birthdays, holidays to celebrate.

The ability of helping those in need.

Reaching goals and the freedom to succeed.

Anywhere, anyplace a home could be.

As long as you feel safe, with friends or family.

Yet in my life, my heart tells me where my home should be.

Nestled nicely in my hometown comfortably.

With those I love with all my heart.

When we’re together or apart.

Settled by the river, a daily coffee outdoors.

Big windows and shiny wooden floors.

A family room to gather,open kitchen to eat.

Home for me, is where my family loves to meet.

In every different place a home may not look like what you live in.

Yet in every home, a feeling of belonging, of being safe, alone with kin.

It doesn’t matter what your home looks like, or where it may be.

Just as long as your home, makes you happy.