Home

Home is where the heart is

Sometimes it’s a place

it can also be a person

Home is being wrapped in the arms

of someone I love

It is where the blue bonnets bloom

It is the people I have loved

and the strangers I will

Home is the scent of my childhood

rainy forests and sunburnt cheeks

Home is the place I rest my head

It is the mountains as much

as it is the desert

Home is floating in the middle of a lake

it is walking on the edge of the ocean

Home is chalky hands and chandeliers

It’s where the tumbleweed blows

Home is the food that nourishes my body

a family recipe

It is a plane ride away

Home is a warm bed in a dark room

It’s the sun on the back of my eyelids

It is the entrance into this world

a mother’s love, a father’s pride

It’s the middle seat in a full car

The language we speak and

the songs we sing

It’s live music in a crowded bar

Home is the skin that hugs our body

and the one that we shed

It’s the slippers on my feet

Home is the planet we occupy

where the trees grow and rocks fall

It’s all the places we’ve been

and the ones we’ve yet to visit

It is the place we go when we die

a plot in the ground

Home is where we know love