Home

Home is where I can be me Where I feel safe and where I feel warmth Home is where me and my sister fight and play Where I cry Where I belong Home is where I smell my Nannie’s vanilla candle burn and crackle Home is from my doritos and MY pronouns From Shelter Valley pond where I swim and where my hand glides across the water From where my friends call me Liv Home is where I feel joy and pain Sorrow and laughter Home is from milk shakes on christmas eve and staying up till twelve From where I make my looms From my hundred pairs of shirts and eight pairs of pants From the saying “Don’t let the bed bugs bite” From the basketball court and the volleyball net Home is the smell of my homemade banana bread That fills my house, that everyone loves The smell of the vanilla bourbon perfume that fills my room Home is where I hold my dog tight when I’m sad From Taco Tuesdays Home is where I grew up Where I learnt how to ride a bike Where I sat by my creek and learned to fish Where I climbed hills Where I met my great Nanny Where I found my voice Where I helped my baby brother find his voice Where I learnt to take my first step Home is my life and always will be