My Best and Only Home

Whenever I’m cold, or buried in snow I wish I could come home, where I will be cozy like in a pillow and warm like in a Warm hug. When I’m outside, all in darkness, it feels like you are alone, no! you know you have a beautiful home. Who will save you from getting wet in the rain. Home is your super hero, when you need it. With love to my home I’m writing this poem. I’m saying, to you! You are different, you think differently, and home will be different to you. But we all know that the place Where we are always welcome is home! No matter if it’s small, or big. No matter if you are moving another house or Building. Before you’r love ones is With you everything will be the same. No matter what you feel. Who with you that matters. Homeless people doesn’t have happiness that gives you home. That’s why we are happy at home!