Home is a word I took for granted
The fact that I had roots that were planted
In solid ground, a place that I knew,
That I was born, and raised and grew.
Home is a comforting, friendly word,
It's like babies 'neath the wing of mother bird
Or like the smell of lasagne cooking on the stove,
Or a bear bringing her cub back into the cove.
Home makes you feel warm inside,
Like love is pouring from every side,
It's the feeling of a hug squeezing you tight,
And the coziness of a blanket and fairy lights.
Home is a word I took for granted,
Till it was stripped away, the place I was planted,
It feels like a gaping hole in my heart,
Like a missing jigsaw puzzle part.
Home is precious, a wonderful gift,
Don't take it for granted, it so easily lifts,
It's a gift to treasure, to keep while you're able,
It's not something that just appears on the table.
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