No Place Like Home

Home is where I smell the goodness burnt dead weeds and wood from the bonfire. Home is where I walk in the front door and see my moccasins to wear. Home is where I see the dream catcher. Home is where I make foods and eat. Home is where I smell burnt smudge. Home is where I see the sweetgrass in the car. Home is where my family gets to gather and feasts. Home is where we fight sometimes. Home is where we set memories. Home is where the heart is.