it’s home my friend. It’s home.

A single word can fill you

With a thousand feelings
And memories.
Some are warm, happy,
Fuzzy feelings that you enjoy;
Others… not so much.
Yelling, pain, insults;
Dysfunction, blame, guilt.
But “family” is not always
The same thing as home.
Sometimes home is a person,
Who makes you feel loved.
They make you feel wanted
And secure in their embrace.
They give you those happy, fuzzy
Feelings and light thoughts
On your dark days.
And you, my friend…
You are home to me.

it’s home my friend. It’s home.