The Heart of My Home

Brother, sister, mother, father, four walls and a door does not define my family, it does not define my home. What defines my family is not four walls and a door but our blood and love for each other. What defines my home is not four walls and a door but the experiences we have with each other. Birthdays, valentines, Christmas mornings. The experiences I have in my home make it what I love. I am sad for the boys and girls everywhere who do not have a home. So, I will try to help them with this poem. So, I will try today. I will try tomorrow. I will try all day until I can say I have made a difference; I have changed the way.