My Home

Homes not just a place where my family stay’s My home’s a place where my brother and I were raised 3 bedrooms, one for me, one for my brother and one for my mother and father to share My home’s a place where my brother and I used to play but as we’ve grown our interests have changed although we like different this we will always enjoy each other's company My parents work hard every day and are always welcomed home with the brightest smiles To brighten their day Even though I love my home I'm not always happy but I’m never alone I love the smell of cake and burning candles every time one of us ages I love my family, no matter where we go or how old we grow, My family will always be the best part of my home. My home isn't just made of bricks and stones it's made with love and affection for us all as well as memories that are made at my home with my family at every holiday or birthday party I'm grateful for the place that I can call home so here’s a poem to help someone without a home.