By Todd F. Cope
They say home is where the heart is,
And I’m sure that must be true.
So where would you find your heart;
Have you ever thought it through?
Would you find it in the old house
Where you used to laugh and play;
Or on the little farm
Where you learned to work all day?
Perhaps it’s in the schoolyard
Where you made so many friends.
Or maybe in the church house
Where you went to make amends.
It might be in the little town
Where you spent your childhood years.
Or perhaps it’s in the city
Where you grew to face your fears.
It may be in the patchwork quilt
Grandma made to keep you warm.
Maybe it’s in the rocking horse
That would carry you from harm.
Could it be in the memory
Of a slice of cinnamon toast,
Or that special holiday dinner
With mother’s savory roast?
The smell of fresh baked cookies
And hot cocoa in a mug –
Curling up with your favorite book
And a blanket to keep you snug?
Home is where the heart is?
I suppose I believe that’s true,
But remember that your heart
Is right inside of you.
It’s not in a place or thing,
Nor is it hard to find.
Home is where your memories are,
And they’re with you all the time.