Home

Where is ""home""?
Home is where your heart belongs.
Home is where you feel your best.

It's where you find it easiest to rest.
Where you feel the safest.
Home is not a place.

But maybe a person.
Someone whose attention you desire.
Someone whose affection you want.

Where they will listen to you freely rant.
Or the company you may need.
Or the feeling of having someone to feed.

Who will take care of you in any need.
And will never show you any greed.
As you walk together in the garden.

Full of emotions,wild and free.
Where you can be any flower you want to be.
As the sunshine rises upon us.

And we bloom on a sunny day in spring.
And our petals reveal our bright colors.
As the rain gives us any need.

In the flower field,where we freely breathe.
Then,someone plants us in a pot.
As they water us with affection.

And they give us attention.
For once in my life,I felt special.
Like a golden sunflower facing the sun.

And this may not be a love poem.
But let me say this ,because it's true.
Without him,I wouldn't know what to do.

And even though he may be gone,I still long for his touch.
Keeping me company as he tells me he cares so much.
And I finally feel free.

I begin to flee,wings spread in the air.
If you are reading this,thank you for being there.