Not Home

The light used to shine above A home sheltered a family It welcomed who came there Seldom shut its door But one day, the family moved on One by one, they left to go To other places in the world Near and far from home Soon the house withered away And had it lived, it'd know That it was only temporary Just a house, not home.
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Moo!
I understand this far too well. *hugs*