HOME

MEANS SO MANY DIFFERENT THINGS TO MANY PEOPLE

HOME

 

Home, where is it and who has it, and what is it...

 

To many home is their yard, their friends, their car,

 

Their boxes and sheltering from  the rain,

 

Their spouses,their loved ones, their chidren, home for some it's pleasant,

 

Llike warm sugar cookies and  a cold cup of milk...

 

 Home is cool sheets, warm blanket and a kiss goodnight,

 

For others it brinhgs fear, temptation for survival, pain and endless tears...

 

For some a home is just a box with walls, a roof, loving family who fight from time

 

To time, leaving the kids with twists in their insides, for others it's truley home...

 

 Not a house of covering, it's everything good, dogs barking, food in our bellies,

 

tickles, hugs, syrup kisses, fire fly catching, chores split up, errands run in the day

 

at night camp outs, bbqs, family movie night, and maybe some cuddle time for mom and dad

 

Home, can be under a bridge, so long as my love is near by, Home is about forgiveness,

 

Acceptance, comfort in all its forms, but that's not the way it's for so many...

 

Home, home is for those who live behind bars, and for those who create their own bars...

 

Home, home for military families leaves so many uncertainies, questions, and hope...

 

Home, home for caring sick ones is exhausting, home should be a home, not a house...

 

Home is how we live, where we plant our roots, and what becomes of us...

 

Home, it defines each of us, it tells us which road will call to us....

 

Home, home a place we always return to, for answers, for love, for familiarity...

 

Home, sometimes it's all we need..