Home is a Big Meaning to Me

Home is a place for my family and me. At home I work, I play and I spend time with my family. I plant in my garden, it is full of life. At night I sleep on my bed, I think back over the day, I think about old times. The memories are the foundation of my home. They are the structure, the design, paintings and the walls. I care about my home because not everybody has a home. In the beginning my home was nothing, But then, it got made into a home for me and my family. The roof is the head. The wood in walls is the bones. The vent is the nose. The pipe are the veins. When I jump up on my bed it is as warm as fire. When my alarm clock sounds I rub my eyes, stretch my arms and start a new day in my home. I go outside and look at my wonderful home. It looks as beautiful as tulips in the sun. The glass reflects in the sunlight. In the trees there are birds chirping, the smell of lavender whiffs through the air and the breeze gently floats through the air. The busy bees and the shining sun in my garden are all important to my home. If they disappear, then I cannot call my home a home. It would probably be a house. I write this poem for people who do not have a home because if there was no you, then it is not called a home, but a house. In habitat for humanity we care for people who do not have a home. Each poem that people write gives ten dollars to people who have no homes. Even if you can only buy a little amount of thing when we add all of it together it is a lot of money. All that money goes to people who do not have homes to help them no matter where they are or how big their family is, they still help them because we care for you and your family