Home

Home is such a plain Jane word

No fancy sound, no lyrical note

It's not like the word maison in French or casa in Portuguese

But therein is where the blandness ends;

For home is where

Laughter is

And funny antics creating life's diversions

Home is where

Virtual snapshots are made

And the scrapbook of memories take place

Home is where

Tears are wiped

And problems result in solutions

Home is the place

Where relationships grow

And a man becomes a father

And a woman, a mother

Home has never been an establishment or domicile

It is the people who reside within

Attachments that will never cease

It's where sharing, caring takes center stage despite the world's complications

Home is what I truly love

Because it's where we all reside