A Home Unique to Everyone

Home, a word with four letters, So simple, But it is more than a simple word. It has meaning, Unique to everyone. People might think home is a building, Perhaps an apartment or mansion. Maybe a boathouse, Or a petit snug cabin. Or home is possibly a place for protection, From blizzards, To school bullies. Mentally and physically. Others might think of home as a concept, A feeling of assurance or security. Not an object or a place, But a thought, an idea, Of feeling a certain way. Or maybe you think of both, Both being your meaning of home, Balancing each other out. A house and a feeling Both fulfilling, Home. Home could also be a safehouse, A place where you can be yourself, Not be judged or made fun of. Loved for who you are. Your true self. When I was young, Just starting kindergarten, My home was a playground, To host birthday parties and playdates, When I moved on to elementary school, Home was split into two. Half with my friends at school, And half with my family at my house. When I lived in lockdown, Home had many more meanings, A school for learning, A house for living, A place for playing. When I am older I hope that my home is nice, Big enough to hold relatives, But also having a cozy feeling, Of safety and protection. This is what home means to me. And possibly you.