What I Feel In My Home

Roses are red, violets are blue my home is safe and yours should be too. When it comes to the day we move we buy a house, but we turn it into a home. My home isn't perfect neither are we, but it means that my home is love and my home is glee. Home is where we love and live and die. A home is a place where you can lay. We smell Aroma Energy oil spread around giving peaceful and joyful vibes. As we hear music the sound makes us happy, sad, and loved. The music is as loud as a lion’s roar. I realized that a home isn't the stuff inside or out, but it is the family that counts. My home is the best thing that has ever happened in the universe. My poem is my home. I belong here.