We asked the kids at the shelter:
“What is “home”?”
One of them answered –
“Home is a place where someone’s waiting for you.”
And if there was a right answer to that question,
That must be it.
Because, home isn’t found between two walls.
Home isn’t well-lit, its not “open concept”.
Home isn’t modern and clean,
or cozy and cute.
Home isn’t where you receive mail
And its not where you shower, or eat.
But home is where you are known,
It is where you are loved.
Home is that place where there is a space
That only you can fill.
It’s that puzzle piece, cut in the outline of your silhouette
And the place isn’t whole,
when there is a you-shaped hole
Home isn’t a “where”
it’s always a “who”
Because home is a place where someone’s waiting for you.