If Home Was A Person

If home was a gardener, and I were a plant, I would grow happy and nourished with my family. Growing over the years strong and naturally in my home. If home was a chef and I were a critic, I would Savor the meal prepared tastefully. Instead of telling it down, short, and hastefully. If home was a construction worker, and I were a foreman, I would get exactly what I asked, exactly what I tasked. If home was a therapist, and I were a patient, I would tell my emotion, in one single motion, and it will know the notion of my feelings… and I would feel better, because… My home helps me, and I cherish that. My home irritates me, and I accept that. My home knows me, and I know my home. My home nourishes me, and I love that. My home powers me, and I feel stronger. My home excites me, and I feel happy. My home teaches me, and I feel educated. My home confuses me, and I understand. My home loves me, and I love my home.