Home is not a place to me

Home is not a house.

Home is not the family around you.

Home is a feeling.

Of safety, love, respect, and affection.

Home points you in the proper direction.

Home is not seen in pure projection,

But much rather retrospection.

Though introspection works too.

Home is a person and a love that all revolves around you.

Home is Rosey cheeks and open doors.

Home is beauty.

Home is a battlefield filled with flowers that have never seen a war.

It is forehead kisses and dandelion wishes.

Butterscotch and gumdrops scattered to and fro.

Home is a location we all wish to own.

Cozy chairs and shelves of books,

Love at first sight, leaves you shook.

Tumbling a clattering all on the floor.

The home gathers you up and makes you neat and tidy once more.

Home is everything I've ever wanted and where I want to be.

Home is my lover.

And I pray they also love me.

Ariah Christman