Home
It means so much
To so many.
Defined differently
To everybody.
Home for me
Is not a house.
It's not a place.
My home
Has no walls.
No roof,
No doors.
There is no
Room of my own.
No place for toy and things
What I need
I carry with me.
What I don't need
I leave behind.
My home is better
Than any house
Ever built.
My home
Are two strong arms.
The shut out the world
Better than any four walls
Ever could.
My home
Are two shoulders.
Big enough
To carry all my fears.
My home
Are two hands
Both
Strong and gentle
To wipe away all my tears.
My home does
Have a hearth.
It's tender beat
Sometimes lulls me to sleep
This hearths fire
Of gentle loving warmth
Never flickers
Or falters.
My home
Has a name...
Bogg.
Wherever we go
I am home.