Where My Memories Were Made

At my home we make memories, We have fun doing everything with our families, But sometimes we take all of this for granted, But that is not what I’m talking about today, We are all grateful to have a roof over our heads, We are all grateful for the heat our home provides us, We are all grateful for having electricity, Our homes can be like a person, The frame as a skeleton, The plumbing as the blood, The electricity as the brain, The roof as a skull, The concrete as the skin, and me as the heart We fill our house with love And I am very grateful for what my family and I have. We love our homes and they love us. My love for all the things in my home is way farther than you can even imagine.