Philosophy of Home

Home comes in many shapes and sizes,
more than one realizes,
a person,
a place,
a park,
a dream,
are all homes,
though not may they seem,
whether tall, 
or short, 
or not there at all,
home is where the weary 
come to call.
Home is a place,
many well know,
one where the warmth lies,
in midst of the snow,
home is a heart,
where love resides,
home is a song,
where gently love chides,
home is all,
to be and to have,
to hold strong in dire need,
safe from mortality,
death, and greed,
Home is where the heart lies,
and where love
is born and dies,
Everyone goes home,
in their final hour,
by gods grace,
or another holy power,
ones last thoughts ,
should they cease to roam,
is what they should be.
A memory of Home.