Home is where
You have a corner of the fridge just for your stuff

It’s where you hide your journal,
Where a fat cat makes your day better,
And where dessert CAN come before dinner

It’s where you skinned your knee
climbed a tree
and learned to make spaghetti

At home,
you’re not popular
or
unpopular
You’re just you.

It’s where you can be neat or sloppy
It’s where Mom lives
and Dad
doesn’t

Home is where you know the creaks in the floor
The code to the garage door
and where you can always go back for more

It’s a comfy couch
dishes in the sink
and warm socks from the dryer

Home is a familiar cocoon
That you must leave
to build your own