Home Is In My Heart

Home Is In My Heart Home is in my heart; I carry it with me wherever I go. My home is the smile of the angels that look down on me from heaven above. Home is sinking deep into an old feather bed on a rainy summer day. For me, it’s the sound of the wind blowing across the prairie as the locusts chatter along. It’s a gooey plate of chicken enchiladas smothered with chocolate mole sauce and a pail full of ice cold bottles of beer. Home is the memory of my grandparents singing to me as we star gaze at night in lounge chairs. For me, home is standing in my uncle's peach shed and biting into a sweet, ripe peach that was handpicked by me. It’s playing dominoes with my 101 year old great uncle and watching him smile. Home is the smell of pot roast slow cooking in the oven. It’s sitting on a picnic table, while laughing and eating watermelon with my cousins. For me, home is reading a book on my balcony as an ice cream truck plays chopsticks while driving by. Home is taking a long walk with my dogs at the park and watching them wag their tails as people pass by us. It's the happy place where I go, when I am feeling blue. Home is where my heart is; it's everything that is heaven on earth to me.