Home

when I was young I never felt like I had a home I had two houses back and forth every week but never a home the older I grew the more ached for the feeling of home slowly I realized that home is not one place it is parts and bits of many things I find home in the souls of my best friends I find home in the way my sister laughs I find home on a roof of a small play house in my back yard I find home in the way the light shines on my cats green eyes I find home in grave yards during a warm spring day I find home in a small place my friends call police park I find home in a teacher who has faith in me I find home in my best friends basement she uses for party's I find home in the way my guy best friend laughs at my stupid jokes I find home in my people home is not always a place