Home to me is...

Home to me is The trees in there autumn Beaty, The woodland paths are dry under the October twilight the water mirrors a still sky Home is when Most times my mother makes me laugh, sometimes I think she’s insane but then again she may take a look at me and think the very same Home means A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people promptly announces she never did care for pie Home is a bright blue bean beaming at the bright blue sky, I see the shimmering net disappear to the bottom swimming alone in this crazy loud world is so peaceful Home is Family and friends giving love and encouragement, supporting no matter what, shining lights through darkness. Family and friends, giving each day reason, joy and sweetness of living with no storm overcoming them.