Home

Home is not a house of bricks, Or a condo, overlooking city slicks, Home can be anything to you or me, A hug, a kiss, a place of safety. When you are there your worries go away, And you treasure the good parts of your day. It’s less like a structure and more like a feeling, A happy place that’s so appealing! Tons of laughs and a bunch of chatter, Where you always feel like you matter. Lots of love that's felt for you, Especially when you’re feeling blue. Special traditions experienced there, Stories engraved everywhere. Lots of memories, happy and sad, You savor the good ones, learn from the bad. When you grow up, and you move away, Your home will be there for you day after day. A place of happiness, a place to escape, It will always exist, in any form or shape.