Home is...

Home is not like a computer tab, not like a taxi cab, or a cozy bin. A home is a home. Not a big dome, or a garden gnome. In our home we eat. Sometimes meat, or bread that's pure wheat. When we sing a song we sing and play our guitar to the comforting rhythm and beat. Home is a home and that will never change. Home is like a comforting sea, and if the sea is not wee, then the family tree and memories are not wee either. The walls of a home are structured and balanced, like a tree swaying in the wind. Home is zen, quiet and peaceful. You cannot deny it, and as you drift off to sleep, you become one of the memories.