It's that time again...Poem Friday #21

It was National Poetry Day on the 7th October and the theme was 'Home'.

Home

Home is where the hearth is,
Mostly metaphorically speaking
these days.

Home is when you see a light shining
in the distance from your window
on a dark night

and feel uplifted.

Home is when you have butterflies
in your stomach at the thought of it
after a long journey.

Home is a creation of your own
your things, your colours, your ideas
made real.

Home is when you can relax
and swoon unashamedly
on a beaten-up leather sofa.

Home is when you love
the small things and the great things in it
from nooks with potential to cavernous lofts
as hot as hell.

But home is more than a place,
than a colour, than a possession or two.

It is the sum of you and the people you love
in it
for visits or for keeps.