Home is Not a Place

Home is where our loved ones reside
In our hearts or in a house
Home is the love we feel inside

Home is the feeling when we absorb that quiet hush
When the world outside can’t get to us
The weight of our problems no longer crush

Home is hot chocolate and jammie’s on a cold winter day
And the sound of my children’s laughter
With the world’s demands held at bay

Home can be here or there
As long as you are with me, it doesn’t matter where

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