By Jupiter Polevoi
my home doesn’t have four walls
it doesn’t have a phone that rings when someone calls
my home doesn’t have a roof
yet it’s still a home, do you need some proof?
my home has arms, that hold me ever so tight
my home protects me, he is my knight
my home has lips, which are soft and sweet
being at home is my greatest treat
some people dislike my home, for he’s let me down in the past
but trust me, i know, we are made to last
limited time at home leaves me in despair
but i keep my home’s sweaters, which i wear
although his sweaters are stripped of his smell,
i don’t think i could ever forget the smell of home.