The Heart of Home

The heart of home, is like a bone. It stays with you, just like glue. No matter what, or where you strut. The heart of home, is your biome. It is a space, where people embrace! A place full of laughter, and is happily ever after. A kitchen sizzling, where the sun is glistening, a bare window is cold, but it is filled with gold. A warm home is welcoming, and the present is lengthening. Nostalgia is fulfilling, because the past is spilling. The sound of silence, is like guidance. Your height was on the wall, you were still so small. year by year. Being tall, you let out a cheer. The smell of bacon in the air, remembering your favourite chair. Eating down breakfast, the meal was the freshest. A messy smile lit on your face, you were your parent’s grace. Each day ticked by time, now your house is sold by a dime. Drive by each day looking at your past, where you used to have a blast. But now you’re all grown, and your future is shown. You breathe in your neighbourhood air, even though it's bare. The heart of home, is a past tome.