
Home
Something all of us long to find
Each of us with our own version of home
Whether it be a place, person or thing, we all take comfort in something
Home is a place where you are loved wholly and unconditionally
No barriers, restrictions, expectations or judgements
Where I am most comfortable being myself.
I am treasured and celebrated
My version of home is simple
You,
My loves,
I see home in my daughter's eyes and when my spouse smiles at me
I feel it when she calls me "Mom" and when he tells me he loves me
I know I have it easy, people spend their whole lives trying to find this
How lucky am I to have found you both so early in my life?
What isn't easy is my home is people and people are always on the go
Which means if Im not going with them, even if its just temporary,
They take a piece of me with them
And I don't feel the same until their return
They are my home, without them I feel incomplete
What a blessing and a curse this is
To feel so secure but insecure at the same time
I will protect you both until my dying breath
That's just how important home is to me



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