My Home

A house is not just a home. A place where you can go. Maybe it's a pet, a thing or a human being It's a place where you can feel safe. Heat and shelter and loved ones around. This is what I call home. Home is my dearest place. We make memories that grow in our homes. People we can talk to when we’re alone. This is my home. Shared through generations all through one foundation. This is my home. Beholds a house filled with remembrances that can not be replenished. This is my home. The smell of spices lurking through the air mesmerizes me as I start to lear. I'm lucky to be here. I got a roof over my head, a bed and my loved ones in it. The cooking of food while the records sing some songs. This is my home. This house is filled with cries and laughs but when you have to say goodbye the memories start to form. This home has dedication and obligation running through it's foundation. Home is my bed, my phone and the stuff inside my head. The places no one has been. Waking up to the birds chirping the sun glazing in your eyes. This is my home. Seasons, friends, family, places. These are all my homes. I’m lucky to be fortunate getting an opportunity to be sheltered. I love my home.