Stuart Watkins
There is no place warmer than home,
whether it be in a burned-out car,
cardboard box on a sidewalk,
shack shared with 12 others,
or a blanket under a brush.
Home is where the heart is,
and the heart has room to roam,
as it wanders from hither and yon,
seeking the warmth of a mother’s arms,
or a father who stayed behind.
Don’t matter.
Just want a home.