Home is where the heart is

Home isn't just a building. Home is a place where after a long hard day you can come home to snuggles and hugs. Home is where you share memories with loved ones. Home is a place you share meals and dirty up the kitchen where you later have to clean. Homes can be small, homes can be big. No matter the size, it's where the heart lives. Losing your house is hard. Harder sharing streets with mice. Having a home means so much, so overmuch. Home is where the heart is. Where the heart breathes, pumps with a side of heartbreaks. Life can be hard but harder without homes. Home is where you snuggle up in blankets never cold Who can imagine those nights on pavements. Home is where we cuddle up and watch shows. Home is with my parents and bro. Sometimes we take for granted living such life. I can't imagine all the cold nights. Without food without water without comfy pillows. All the bugs, all the bites, no fresh warm showers. All I think returning home is so excited to hop in bed not having the experience I can't think of more. More ways to thank you for giving more. To families in need for so much more. With roofs over heads and the senses we feel. I see the home, the one we love. I taste home sweet home, the one my parents work to provide. I touch the things I call my home, The stuff that belongs in my lovely home. I hear the laughs, the games and more, oh my lovely home. Living such treat with roofs over heads AND SO MUCH MORE. I wrote to help Thanks for making all dreams come true.