Home, some say,
is more than walls and a roof.
It is a place where familiar things:
an inviting chair, a downy pillow,
a photograph, a lover,
even a memory,
are always in one place,
transcending the passage of time,
never disappointing,
always there
when everything else
seems transient
and untrustworthy.
Sonny Rainshine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/familiar-things/
