A Different Kind of Home 
 
 
The thought of ‘home’ brought a structure to my eyes, 
Four walls that within a family dwelled. 
From the weather this family hides 
Inside the protection this home held. 
 
A place in which lives were built, 
Finding their way to who they would become; 
In a healthy process without guilt 
Where problems faced would be overcome. 
 
The thought of home now travels around 
No longer at a standstill, it has a heartbeat. 
From one idea of home to another, I shall be bound 
To this new home whose lips taste so sweet. 
 
Once home was a thought for which I felt as a place; 
Because of him, however, that is no longer the case.