Meaning of Home

Home is the fabric of love woven into the walls, Story and character built in every hall. Home is the warm cave under my blankets, My nans collection of earrings and trinkets. Home is the words “I love you” softly rolling of my lips, Just before my parents give me a good night's kiss. Home is the twinkling curtain of stars, That watches over you no matter where you are. Home is my parents warm embrace, The guide lines they’ve set for me that I can always retrace. Home is the weight of a book in my hand, Or listening to my dad’s favorite band. Home is the morning birds that sing in unison, Celebrating each sunrise that we get to witness. Home is the sweet smell of strawberries from the garden, Where we can forget about the weight of any worry or burden. Home is the wind teasing and tangling my hair, As I fill my lungs with the warm summer air. Home is the sunshine that lightly kisses my cheek, As it crawls its way over the forest peaks. Home is the river in the backyard, not quite silent but calm, That twists and turns like the lines on my palm. Home is a family walk down the street, Hand in hand, fingers gripping a leash. Home is where you never feel alone, Where you can feel simply, at home. Home is where warmth and love fills the room, Where we can all grow like a butterfly in a cocoon. Home is where you never feel unwanted, Where you should never feel teased or taunted. Home is where you can be yourself Where you can reach for the highest shelf. Home to me is not just concrete and bricks, Is not just bumps and ridges. It’s the four walls that keep our family together, Where love and trust is made that will last forever. Home is where we learn from our mistakes, Where we make memories that can never be erased. Home will always lie in your heart, No matter how distant or far you are.