When I was a child
Home was where I lived
With my family
My parents and my brothers
But home is supposed to be a place
Where you are loved and cared for
Not where you're scared to be who you are
And live in fear of your secret being discovered
In my late twenties home was
The house of a lesbian couple
Who befriended my girlfriend and me
Where I experienced true acceptance for the first time
When they moved to California a few years later
They took my sense of home with them
Whenever I came to visit, simply flying in over the bay
Felt like coming home
When it was time to leave, my heart would break
As the plane took off and made that sweeping bank
Giving me one last look of the city at night
Before it turned heading back towards the east coast
But then eight years ago I met a woman
And she became my home
For wherever she is
Is where I long to be
Then I met and got to know her family
And they're unlike any family I've ever known
They may not be blood kin but they give love
Freely and unconditionally
So now my sense of home
Is no longer just my wife
It has expanded exponentially
To include her sisters and their husbands and their children
To me home is not a place
Or a house, which can burn to the ground
A house can't give affection or security
Home is the people who truly love you
So, if home is where the heart is
I wish I were there...
3.11.08
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