Poetry Day Four

 Home - A poem by me

Home means a lot of different things.

A person, a place, even an object.

Home to me is all three. 

So many people

feel like a familiar room

somewhere that feels safe.

My friends, family

all those I love.

Physical places 

are more often than not 

looked at as homes.

My home, my room

my car, and camp.

Objects are different

because how can you feel 

at home there?

Ask a reader, a writer

a poet, an artist.

Home means a lot of different things