Home is…

‘Home’ is where the journey starts
The businessman explains
‘Home’ isn’t forever
The beggar says plain

‘Home’ is your sacred space
The teacher will teach
‘Home’ is where God is
The priest will preach

‘Home’ is with you and the kids
Grandfather smiles
Yes, ‘Home’ is where love is
Grandma replies

Dad says
‘Home’ is where you don’t have to be so strong
Mom says
‘Home’ is where you’re allowed to be wrong

Home is where the heart is offered
Says the little orphaned girl
‘Home’ was only with you
The widow takes off her pearls

‘Home’ is where you come back to
Says the sailer drifting further
‘Home’ is where you’re safe
The lonely boy murmurs

And so the meaning remains unknown
To those who cannot imagine
That ‘home’ can be different to everyone
And it’s not up to you to determine

You may not comment
If you can’t see ‘home’ with a little shine
Because maybe it is a feeling
That can’t be defined in a single line

-Avani