A home to me

A home to me is a place to breathe. A place to sleep to eat and a place to be. A home is a building for you to create. Where its warm and full of memories even when its late. It doesn’t have to be a house it could just be a tent somewhere out. As long you feel you belong it will be a home from there on. It can be big it can be small and it’s somewhere to do things wrong. No matter how long it takes it is a place where you can feel safe. Even when there is a problem you have something surrounding you, so you can take a pause. I feel bad some people don’t have a home. I hope I can help with his poem. I want people to be safe like me. When I am scared, and I need a second to think. I wish I could help the whole earth, but it isn’t possible for me an eleven-year-old. Share this with people you know so they can help give other people homes. Maybe some day we can help get everybody off the road. Or help them be able to have a place to call their own.