A Home Song

I read within a poet's book 
A word that starred the page: 
"Stone walls do not a prison make, 
Nor iron bars a cage!" 

Yes, that is true; and something more 
You'll find, where'er you roam, 
That marble floors and gilded walls 
Can never make a home. 

But every house where Love abides, 
And Friendship is a guest, 
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home: 
For there the heart can rest.

by Henry Van Dyke

Home, we only go out of there because we have to establish our own. Since when I was younger it felt like heaven to walk through the doors of our home, and being met by an amazing smile of my mama. And as I am growing older, I just wish to stay longer, but then again, life has to go on and I have to make my own. A part of me, will forever stay behind, so I can have a reason to come back for another good bye.
Good bye home, until I see you again. I will miss you mama. I will miss you Chichi. I will miss you Bob.  I will miss you Einstein, Rodge and Mia. I will miss all the good times we all had. I do surely love you.