That is where my heart goes,
That is where I find my roots that hold me in place,
That is where the long road ends, where the green never seems less green.
Home is where my soul knows no bounds, and my arms never tire.
Home, that is where I am when I feel the distance between the
Here and now, or don't have words nor need them.
Home is no longer an external place, rather it is within me. It rises from the core of my being, Like a spring that goes beyond space and time.
Home is no longer a place, it is my family. My Parents, my Granparents, my Aunts, Uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, husband, children...
Happy Birthday Dad.
Tell me a memory of your Father?