Always Home

The light is fading from the house in the most beautiful way.

Everyone is feeling just a tad more tired

And there's a calm in the air.

It's one of those moments where you look around and think,

"Let me take it all in, let me engrave this into my memory."

It's the type of day where you look at a door,

And I mean really look at it.

Notice the cracks and paint spots on it.

Realize that that door has aged with you.

That the whole house has changed along with you.

The walls have been given new wallpaper and coats of paint,

The floors now with new shiny tiles.

Everything looks new but it's not.

I can remember this house top to bottom

And how it looked when I was four.

It's amazing what twenty years can do to a house.

What once was home has been turned into house.

Every once in awhile I can see pieces of home,

Sometimes in a scent or the way the light hits in a room.

The fading light of the sun helps me remember,

This will always be home.