There is no place like home

There is no place like home Where all beautiful memories lay And where the heart relies Tiptoeing with a twinkle, twirling through my thoughts Plopping onto the bed, spreading my happiness Lounging on the dining table, laughing at the jokes With that fresh mist that surrounds the atmosphere The blossoming smell that awakens the soul And where many, many connections roam Enclosing an unlimited amount of love Flashing through my dreamy imagination Uncovering the delightful sight and sound of laughter As the sight I see, the sight I feel The sight I touch, the sight I love The sight of the beautiful family getting along Home is home, not a house, not a structure nor a building Not a physical attachment but an emotional attachment It has no name, no establishment nor rules Home is where I am me, where I belong, where I am accepted, where I am always, always. . . there