My Home

Three o'clock in the morning 

On a Friday

Is when you discover

That home is not a place

But a person

And wherever they go

That is where your home is

Home is the person

That loves you

No matter what

And the feeling

Of being accepted 

No matter what

Home is being welcomed

Back into the fold

Like the prodigal son

Without question

Without reservation 

Home is knowing 

You are safe here 

Even when life is hard

Even when you don't agree

Even when your feelings get hurt

Home is knowing 

The lamp will be on

The tea is waiting

There's snacks in the fridge 

And the best blanket is for sharing 

Home is knowing 

That no one is running away

No one is leaving

And when you call

They always answer

Home is not a place

Not a country

Not a city

Not a house

Home is my person

Waiting up at three o'clock in the morning 

On a Friday