A little piece of home is everywhere

Home is safe like a soft, comfy quilt knitted by my great-grandmother Home warms my heart like a fireplace on cold, cloudy evenings Home feeds my soul with mom’s freshly baked banana bread Home is my dog rushing to meet me off the bus everyday Home makes me remember when building forts was my favorite hobby Home feels like the water dripping from my hair after late night swims Home means being carried out of the car after “falling asleep” on long car rides Home echoes with cheers of “Happy New Year!” when the clock hits midnight This home might not be like yours, but it is mine.