Home is where memories settle,
to drink the wine, to eat the bread.
Home is the place to ponder a good
sleep.
Home is at the end of a journey,
a moment or step to eternity - loved ones in tow.
Home is a familiar path lined with familiar smells,
distinct and framed with stacks of emotion.
Home is the sick day,
the warm forehead, the cough.
Home is the familiar - a cup for tea or
worn coat passed down to join us across
our journey, along our way.
Home is the pang of remembrance,
a tangible space, tradition.
Home is where we can wait for the final chapter of our lives , like an old friend holding the door open. Patiently waiting our last breath.
Home is the single right to be,
that travels to the next place, the next home.