Home (free verse poem)

When I think home, I don’t think ‘solid’ I think warm, loved Not a building I can’t explain. It’s not a THING, Not some thing you touch, But what you feel. Love is love. Not home. Love can be to one person. Home, is together. Home can be family. It usually is. Home, is together. Tied as tight as a knot. I’ve found a conclusion! Home for me, Is family. Is together Home, is together.