A home is a safe place,

Full of comfort and warmth.

A place that you know

Each cranny and nook.

It's a shelter from mother nature

And a place to escape to.

It's a place that if you leave

And come back years later

It's special feeling will still remain.

It holds your heart and

The best of memories.

It shouldn't be foreign

Full of shadows and dark.

You shouldn't be told by a stranger

Where things go.

You shouldn't look inside and start to cry.

Nor search for a piece of anything

That says it is your home.

You may not own the property

Or what's in it.

But it's your home

And you still have to live in it.

© by ~Lee-Anne Peters~