Home. Patty drove me.

Home is a place I always thought I'd miss.

Until I learned one simple fact:

A home and a house are not one in the same.

After years confusing the two, I know now

That though I love the people that share my address

(And many more beside)

I have yet to find a home -

A place I can truly reside.

Patty, my friend showed me photos today.

Of the house she is looking is buy.

To see how she glowed,

Talking of her future home,

I felt a twinge of jealousy.

I have never wanted for a house,

But always for a home.

Drove by an elders' home today.

Just got me to thinking

How their lives have changed.

Before their independence

Became almost total reliance,

Had they found their homes,

Some beautiful places to stay?

Or could they take 'home' with them

To bring comfort in a strange place?

Me, I may never find my home.

I do not know where to look.

People say that you "just know the feeling"

But they never tell you where inside,

Nor can they ever describe the emotion.

Perhaps one day I'll find my answer.

Unless before then, my hope all but dies.