A house is not the same as a home
To prove it, I am writing it in a poem
A house was built with a hammer and nails
But my home was built with love that never fails
Sometimes I come home from school feeling sad
But my family’s smiles always make me feel glad
Home is a place where every Friday is game night
Even when we have a fight!
And when I get in an accident – my leg may be achy or my arm may be sore
I think about the other million things that I am thankful for
And then I somehow always think of more and more
Home is a place where I can by anything
I can even pretend I’m a chicken wing!
Home is the place where you got the new doll, toy train or even a new glove
Home is the place that I will always love!