Over 21 years
And a dozen places
Have I found one
I can call my home?

Home.
Where the day starts
With waking up to sloppy kisses
And barks and whimpers

Home.
Where the creak of the swing
And the rustle of trees
Create magic everyday

Home.
With the constant squabbles
Yet there is no place else
I feel I could belong

Over 21 years
And a dozen places
Have I found one
I can call my home?

Not one.
But a dozen.