My Home

Home is an umbrella on a stormy day.
A canoe on a flooded street,
Helping you float when everything seems to fleet. Home is the North Star when the way is lost,
Shining in the sky,
Showing you “your why”. Home is a stick on the mountainside,
Catching you before you fall,
Without you needing to call. Home is the tiniest island
In a huge, wild ocean
Small, but safe even in motion. Home is a fireplace on the coldest winter day,
Warming your hands and your toes,
Spreading its warmth wherever it goes.
 Home is one single cheer
When you think you can’t win,
A little push to help you begin. Home is a hand that picks you up,
Dusts you off with care.
And shows you someone’s there. Home is a secret handshake,
Kisses from Mom with love and care
It’s singing off tune and silly dad jokes
Until everybody falls off their chair Home is a furry friend cuddle Jumping together No boots in the puddle Messy buddies forever And maybe home isn’t a place at all. Maybe it’s the reason you’re brave enough To stand up tall And chase your dreams even it’s tough Maybe it’s why you step back outside,
into the cold, into the wild Knowing deep inside your heart,
Home follows you, never apart.