Home is love

home is love by: Clara Murphy My home is special but not how you imagine it; The holes, the walls, the closets and the cabinets . But when I think of home I think of the love I share With my family everywhere. My home is somewhere I can be safe. My home is somewhere where change can be made. Imagine the suffering, the hurting or the loss of the people With none to share their thoughts. Yes I'll admit being alone in our rooms, is what we need sometimes to heal our wounds. But don't you think everyone deserves a chance to cherish and to dance? I realise I'm lucky in every single way being able to share every moment and display. The people I love in my life are today The people who have hurt me are in the past and they will stay. A home to me is where I'm loved, not just walls side and above.