Home to Me

Home. home is the scent of the burnt pancakes, the sound of the laughs, the love, as the children await. Home isn't the bricks or the stucco , it's feeling like your known It’s knowing your loved, and noticed, cared for and seen. It’s having someone to go when you have scary dreams. Home is where you can stand up and speak. Home is the sound of the family song, drifting through the air as we sing along. Home is the way we all say it’s OK, we forgive, we forget, all is found, all is met. Home is the sound of the baseball bat clinging as it soars through the sky, the way you feel so loved so great like you could fly. Home is where you always feel nice, home is where you can feel loved with no price.