Home

Home is where no one will judge It is filled with memories, love, and luck It is loving, cozy, comfortable, and warm Very beautiful, and full of charm. Home is where you could have fun Full of laughter under the sun Home welcomes you when you return And it teaches you how to learn. Home is where you can relax Where you can jump, spin, stretch and dance You could do anything you like all day Making statues, and gnomes with clay. Home is where you sometimes have fights The thing that almost nobody likes But in the end, you will get along with each other happily Because you are still a family. Some people don’t have homes, I know They must feel very sad and sorrow I wrote this poem, hoping everyone to understand Together, we can make this community grow. My home may be small like a bean Or maybe it’s not clean But it will always be loving, cozy, comfortable, and keen Because that is what it has always been.