Her

When I think of her I see home Not one made of brick and stone But one whose foundation Is created with every lasting embrace The kind of home that makes us feel safe

Not the kind of safe That breeds complacency The kind whose blood, sweat, and tears Are the walls from which we build The walls that stand against the strongest storm

A wind that brings uncertainty A wind that breeds struggle and strife A wind that pulls at each of the walls And when that wind clears We say ‘we’re home’