My Meaning of Home

I rush from the carpool drive into my home My home is my comfort zone It is where my things belong, It is where I express my thoughts, Feelings and feel strong. Sometimes traumatic life experiences happen, Like the fire, flood or death It may be the last place where you take a stress-free breath. Some people don’t have a place But manage to roam somewhere Where they can call home. At the end of the day, Be thankful and pray Where the smell is familiar The noises are loud, And being yourself is allowed.