Home

To be home

in your warm

strong hands

my heart

lays

Safe

Entrusted

Loved.

To be home

smelling the spices

in your cooking

as you

Nourish

me.

To be home

Deeply

Sleeping

Rested when I awake.

I carry home

with me

inside my blood

Flowing through my body.

I carry home

with me

inside my thoughts

Penetrating my mind.

I carry home

with me

inside my soul

no matter

Where

I may

go.

Home is my mother. Her smile, her voice, her imperfect perfection. I spent several years looking for a place that felt like home. Nothing felt right. I hadn't realized that my mom was the key to the door that opened into a home of unconditional love and unwavering support. Discovering that home can be a person, instead of a thing, is beautiful and terrifying. The moment I recognized that feeling again for someone else, I knew I would spend the rest of my life with him.