HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

Home, Home, Home… It where there’s a garden gnome in my front yard, where me and my friend play cards. Home is somewhere I can relax and not worry about taxes. But before my home was just a house. Where, probably, lived a little mouse. Now that house is a habitat, where you can calmly watch a cat chase a rat. Home is somewhere that you barely put effort and you’re already at maximum comfort. My home is my shelter. A place I feel safer. Even though I have to sweep the floor, when it’s clean I like it even more. I really like Habitat For Humanity. What they’re doing is good for the community. Home is somewhere I am free. That’s it. A poem on home made by me.