Home

I used to be very sure of what home was

I saw it everyday, from the time I opened my eyes until they closed for the evening

It was always there, waiting for me like a loyal companion

Then one day home was gone

Ripped away like the waves rip away at the shore

A home never to be seen again

Until one day it showed up when I wasn’t looking

Now, home is in the hugs I receive from my boyfriend

In the unconditional love he gives without saying a word

Knowing what I need before I know I need it myself

Home is getting to see my cats after a long day at work

In the photos I see of my mother and my childhood

Remembering the fond memories of my mother that are now just that; memories

Looking back at moments that time forgot.

They say home is where the heart is, but what happens when your home was your mother that was gone too soon?

How do you call anything a home when the most important home you’ve ever known was taken from you at 18 years old?

Home is a never ending cycle of places and people that make you happy

You will never forget all the feelings of home from the past, and will have more feelings of home in the future

I promise when one home is destroyed, another home is built.