What Home Means to Me

A twinkle of light is seen within my eye,

Like how the stars dance across the dark sky.

My laughter carries like melodies through the night,

As old stories are told around a dim light.

Family and friends all gathered around,

With the bass from the music felt in the ground.

The vibrations move through my body and up to my chest,

Putting my anxiety and stress to rest.

Celebrations bringing us all together,

We are so close, you could say like birds of a feather.

Cards spread across the table from all the games,

The winners are congratulated, with boisterous yells of their names.

It took only a second, a lull in the sound,

For me to take a deep breath and look around.

People I love and people I hold dear,

All spread throughout the city, but tonight we’re right here.

In this moment, a second that dared to last forever,

I had a realization about home, and it was clever.

What home means to me, is bonds not easily found,

Because a house is not a home when there's nobody around.

A home is created by the wonderful stories told,

The beautifully late nights talking about never growing old.

My family and friends, are truly the tether,

It’s the little things that bring a home together.