Home is walking through the door
And arms are open wide
It’s taking off the outdoor mask
No problem has to hide.
Home is kicking off the shoes
Relaxing on a chair
Silence never lasts for long
Home is when you’re there.
Home is where we share the truth
Of a bad day or a dream
Home is being visible
A place where I am seen.
Home is chaos now and then
When gathering our crowd
Noisy parties, ones we love
Familiar and loud.
Home is where we take good care
To let ideas take root
I hope to nurture all your dreams
And watch your plans bear fruit.
Sometimes home is turbulent
It’s not avoiding every fight
It’s being safe to share our views
Not proving who is right.
Home is not a building
It’s nothing if pristine
It’s safety, warmth and comfort
Not somewhere to keep clean.
Home’s a place to eat, to sleep,
To dance, to write, to read
A place to look back fondly on
Wherever life may lead.
About the author
UK based writer and avid reader who aspires to create work that is both beautiful and meaningful.
Sustainability advocate and green ally.
I am working on a children’s novel.
Find me on Twitter: @WriterElissa