HOME

HOME Home is where the heart is. It‘s where I hang my hat. The comfort of my Dad’s chair Is usually where I sat. On cold days, it kept me safe and warm. Rainy days, it kept me dry. Winter came, and summer gone. Friends and family dropped by. Now that I am growing up, And my college days are here, When I think of my early years, My troubles disappear. Home is where your heart is. It’s where I hang my hat. The comfort of my Dad’s chair Is usually where I sat.