Home

When I wake up and look around, I realize I have a home. I'm grateful to have lots of things like food and a home. At breakfast, there are feet rushing down the stairs. Gathering at the table with my family lights up my face. Time with family playing games is worth living for. Some people can’t spend time with family or have a home. Going to my friend's house and leaving saying hey man I got to go home. I feel comfortable in my home, when I go to someone else is house I don't feel as comfortable as I do in my own home. At 7:30 me and my parents watch jeopardy. Every night is perfect. Even if your home is big, own all feel comfortable in our own home. Small, When I go on vacation and come back and sleep in my own bed, it feels like laying on a cloud. I go to bed being more grateful than ever for having a home. With this poem, $10 will be donated, and I hope someone will get a home because we all deserve one.