Close your eyes, child.
Feel the pulse of your heart,
The gentle coursing of your mind.
Flip back through memory’s pages,
And know who you are.
Feel your mother’s arms around you,
Think of days when you were small
And had not a care in the world.
When your family was all your world,
Your family and your friends.
This is where your heart lies, child.
This is, and always will be, your home.
Your home is within, behind, around.
It is not, never has been, and never will be,
A place, a dot on a map.
Home is fluid.
Home is life.
Home is your place of security,
Your place of welcomeness.
Home is where your heart is.
Now, dear child, open your eyes.
Home is not all that exists.
The world is bigger.
Your heart was not meant to remain
Always in one place.
Home was not meant to be stationary.
There are people out there, child,
People who search for home.
You have found it, child,
You have always had it.
Give it to them.
Make them a part of your heart,
You are home.
They are home.
Everywhere is home.
Love your home.
I’d be curious to know what you think of this poem. What impressions you get off of it. How you interpret it. Let me know in the comments below. ❤