Home Is Where My Loved Ones Are

Home is like an emotion. It feels like a warm hug by people who love you, And smells like pancakes on a Saturday morning. Even if we’re traveling the highway in a car, Camping in a tent watching the planets and stars, Or maybe in an apartment on the 23rd floor, I am still home. I feel loved and safe at home. It makes me feel like I could touch the stars, or walk across the ocean. It’s where memories are made, and old ones are remembered. Even if you speak another language, Or come from a different country, Or if you’re in a wheelchair, Or have two moms and two dads, You should be loved at home. You should feel safe and protected at home. You should have happy memories, Like soaring on a swing and feeling like you could fly, Or running and feeling like you’re as fast as the wind. Everyone should have a home.