Home is

Home is the warm porch light that glows like a firefly Home is my dad’s delicious chicken soup on a cold winter day Home is a cozy chair in the bookstore when no one else is around Home is feeling the sand under my feet and the fresh ocean breeze in my hair Home is fluffy blankets, steaming hot muffins, and curling up with the cat Home is a bustling house filled to the brim with aunts, uncles and cousins Home is soft whispers of “are you awake?” before the sun is up Home is Christmas carols on the piano and voices blending together Home is tag games in the yard with the neighborhood kids Home is recipes passed on for generations and made with love Home is playing with the tiny porcelain animals at my granny’s house Home is a safe harbour in the middle of a stormy world