Home is where the heart is

Home?

It’s not

the house

we’ve filled

with love,

laughter,

tears,

joy, grief

and myriad

memories,

though

it is

our

favorite

place

to be.

Home

is not

a place;

for though

the walls

fall,

or

we find

ourselves

in other

places

somehow

we always

feel

at home –

loved,

cherished

respected,

joy-filled.

My home

is in you

yours,

in me

for

our love

is what

makes

a house,

any house,

feel like home

to us,

thus,

home is

wherever

in the world

we are,

together.