Home

Your home may be a mansion
Upon a mountain side
Or a little shack by the river
With only love inside.

But the feeling you get in the evening
When it’s time to go home again
Of love and peace and laughter
You tired and weary soul will mend.

You may wonder the whole world over
And strange, beautiful places see
But home is the place you dream of
No matter where you may be.
                                                           
Mary Francis Kierepka
3/17/1932-9/28/2017