What Home Means To Me
What Home Means To Me
Home is where family is.
When I grow up, I’m really going to miss this.
Home is made of bricks and wood that is hard.
It also has some glass and sometimes a yard.
Home is love, father, mother, sister, and brother.
Sometimes it also includes some others.
My family always loves and cares.
And I know they will always be there.
Home is parents, the garden of my heart.
They were the ones that gave me a start.
My sister told me to always dream.
And I know she will be there to push my self-esteem.
When I grow up and feel alone.
I’ll remember the time I spent at home.
Teasing, playing, washing dishes.
And mom’s never ending kisses.
I’ll remember the past with tearful eyes.
And will know I got the best advice!