My Home

After I was born, I was brought to a place called home. I didn’t know how important this place would be for me, But as I grew up and the experiences grew with me, I realized how important a home is to me. I learned to talk, learned to run, I learned to be nice and to have fun. We began to make memories that last forever, Having fun with my family, staying together. Home is where I was taught manners, appreciation and respect, A place where I can be myself, and I don’t have to be perfect. Home is a place that I can rely on when my day hasn’t been too good, Where I can express myself without being judged. I feel safe, loved and confident, A place that makes me myself, with many accomplishments. My family's arms reach for me, always there to give me a hug. Praying before dinner thankful for our love, Their smiles are lovingly thankful, Faithful and Ready for another day to arrive. As I go to bed, and see my peaceful dreams, I think of those who need a home and how it must be. Even though it is just a word, Home Is the meaning of happiness and security for me.