Kathleen Levins
Oh how lucky I am to be in this house I can call a home,
To have the comfort of knowing I am never alone.
To grow up in a place filled with more laughs than tears,
Where new memories are made every year.
A place where I can be myself,
In a world that is pressuring me to be someone else.
To have a nice cooked meal every day,
And be surrounded by people that miss me when I’m away.
A place that once was just brick and stone,
Yet is now my backbone.
Not because of the windows and wood,
But because of the people who fill it up; that’s what makes it so good.
Every Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve,
Filled with people who will stand by my side; never leave.
All the jokes and all the late nights,
All the smiles and laughs that make my world so bright.
We have been through the good, and also suffered through the sad,
But when we all stand together, it isn’t as bad.
Many things will change, but one will stay the same,
The good times we have can never be tamed.
We’ve lost very special people in which we’ll always love,
But are grateful to know they’re watching us from above.
We’ll add new faces every here and there,
And hope they grow up knowing how much we love and care.
It all comes down to the mere fact that a home is not characterized by the bricks and stones,
For if it was, we would all be pretty alone.
Rather a mansion or a shack,
It’s not the house but the people that will always have your back.
So I’ve come to a conclusion that I will try to embrace,
There’s no such thing as a happy place.
It’s the people, not the place in which I look to as a home,
And saying that, I can almost guarantee I will never have to face this
world alone.