Home

Some people call home the place they were born

Some are home wherever they roam

Home is more a state of mind

that often can't be defined

you know it when you feel it

just somehow seems to fit

Home is where the heart is

It's where you hang your hat

It's some place you're comfortable at

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

WPOM poetry prompt day 30 National Poetry Month...write a poem about home...