House Is Where the Home Is

House Is Where The Home Is Doors and windows are never locked at home Nothing worth stealing. It's not a castle worth worrying about I feel like every home, is my home, when I am welcomed in it Friends and family make me feel that way when we are visiting Strange people come to my house frequently not speaking English They must be aliens, my wife would know, as she is a foreigner also Coincidentally, she and I live together in our house with language mysteries Baking pies, eating rice and beans, doing other Spanish and English things We settle differences, our house is a home where we make history Created on 1/26/15 for SKAT A “Home Sweet Home” – Poetry Contest