Home

Home a place. Where I have space. A place where I am loved, a place where I am hugged. A place where I am fee to roam, I love home. A home is a place, not just a waste of space. Not just a house, but a home. Where I am free to roam. I love home. A place where I can ride, or slide. A place I call home. The place for this poem I hope This is seen by millions, or even trillions. I love home. My tent is a dome, but not a home. It's a place where I can roam, but also feel alone. A house is not a home, nor a dome. A place where I can play, a place where I can stay. There is a place I love like a Dove flying high above. And that place is home, Its not a dome. Its but a home.