An acorn, lost boy
kiss, saved a young and hopeful
heart, by fate or by chance

Home is not the doorstep, not the porch, not the swing, it is not the ceiling and it is not a thing

Home is seeing your sisters empowered,
your parents at ease, your brothers relieved, your demons decieved

Home is a genuine smile, it is the authentic tears

Home is the magical word that can **** your fears

Home is a feeling embedded with layers of love, acceptance and peace

Moments of simplicity wasted not

To make hours of happiness