What Home Means to Me

Home is a place where you live. The floor is rough and the walls are tough. It's a dome of memories of the past and the present. While I chill my cup spills. While I fell asleep the monsters creeped but I keeped my teddy with me while I slept. My house is sometimes cold or warm but my blanket keeps me warm and cozy. While I sit in my backyard the plants and flowers grow in front of me. I keep them away from those tiny ants that are biting me. The wall of my home will still remain cold, until it is occupied by young and old. With my beautiful family, a perfect constellation and my lovely home, you have struck gold… congratulations. Life gets faster every day, no time for me to think, no time to play. Hurry, chaos, lots of stress; Tension leads to sleeplessness. I am safe in my home even if I'm alone. A heavy thick wall protects me. Better than higher hotels, a sweet home is better there. A home can be twenty story tall or in the ground below. This is my home, my favourite place, my beginning and end to each day. I am glad my home is a little house, Not too tall, not too wide: I'm glad the hovering butterflies Feel free to come inside. My home is a friendly place. It is not shy or vain; It gossips with the talking trees, and makes friends with the rain.