become more lonesome than you can bear,

you are always welcome to come home;

 I will be waiting for you there.

Home,

 where childish voices still echo down the halls.

Home,

where photos of generations decorate the walls.

Home,

where our memories carpet the floors and paint the ceiling.

Home,

 where you can relax in the comfort of that home again feeling.

Home,

]where a good cup of conversation starts a morning off just right.

Home,

where a blanket of warm hugs can lull you into sweet dreams at night.

Home,

where your trophies of years gone by fill the shelves of life.

Home,

where you can rest your weary coat and hang up your hat of strife.

Come home,

where the struggle can end and the healing can start.

It’s an easy journey home,

the first step is taken by your heart.

~ Tammy Leigh Maxey