The Home Within

Ivory weatherboards captured my youth,

With a white picket fence, a must-have too.

The place I dreamt; to be filled with sweet truth.

The life I believed, too good to be true.

The years fell away like the leaves of fall.

The future had changed, a knock at the door.

The brightness kept growing, no longer small,

A newfound concept for me to explore.

My Home, no longer a house to reside;

But a moment I found in space and time.

A feeling so strong; cannot be denied,

Even just memories; simply sublime.

My thoughts, my feelings together entwined,

Home; now a place I can find in my mind.