You won't find mine In some building

It will be found while we're all mingling

You won’t find it some picture

You will find it while were gathered around a bake mixture

You won’t find it while we’re moving through church

But while we're strolling through the yard.

Home isn't about what roof you have

But who you share that roof with

Home is about where you feel safe

It isn't the address on the mailbox

Home is where the  love is radiated from wall to wall

This poem is about: 
My family


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