Home Is The Place

Home is the place filled with happy days, Always something to do, something to play. Home is the place your dog runs to the door, Where you can leave muddy footprints all over the floor. Home is the place where you can make a giant mess, But somehow you still end up cleaning less. Home is the place filled with familiar voices, Where it’s safe to make some really hard choices. Home is the place with no walls bare, Where your mom is really bad at cutting your hair. Where games are played, and kids are chased, And laughter is heard while sleds are raced. Home is the place you pack your bag for ringette, Forgetting your helmet but thinking you’re all set. Home is more than just a place. It is love and kindness that could never be erased.