When I Go Home

When I go home love fills the air. Lots of memories of nurturing care. When I go home I have fun playing outside. Laughter and joy along for the ride. When I go home it brings back memories. Being a little kid eating blueberries. When I go home I pet my dog Jasper. But he’s been replaced by a version of Casper. A home and house might seem the same. But an empty house just feels more lame.