life, poem, poetry

The Place I Will Always Call Home

Home

is the feeling I have when I’m with you

Home

is the sound of your voice

Home

is the warmth of your hand holding my hand

Home

is the smile on your face

Of all of the places I’ve lived in my lifetime

There’s none that can  truly compare

To the way that I feel

When you hold me so close

And you  stroke your hand over my hair

The way you support me when I am successful

And catch me whenever I fall

So we may end up

In a house here or there

In the places

where you want to roam

I know in my heart

Anyplace where you are

Is the place

That I’ll always call

home