"What Home means to me?"

I used to think home was a place, A permanent spot where my heart makes memories to embrace. A safe place to stay and rest, to always belong, But now I realise, home is not only a place but a feeling so strong. I’ve felt the touch of home in the sunrise so bright, And smelled it in rain that falls so gentle and light. I’ve found people who make me feel home in ways I can't say, Feels safe and right in many way. Maybe home isn’t forever, Not every home is where we’re meant to be. It’s okay if home is just here for today, A feeling that comes, then may fade away.