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.