The hope of a home

Home isn’t just a place where there’s a roof over your head. Or a place where there’s a cozy bed to sleep in at night. There's more to it than the things you put in it. While that all might seem nice it's about the people and love that make a home true. Homes are places where love floods like a stream. Where happiness flies like the soaring planes in the sky. Homes aren’t places, they're more of a feeling. A feeling of joy. A feeling of pride. A feeling of belonging. Home is where I lay on the grass, and watch the birds fly by. Home is where I learned to laugh, to love, to play, and I even learned to build clay. Those might be important but the thing I won't forget is the day I learned to get up and keep going no matter how hard something is. A home is a place where you can be yourself. Where you can shoot for the stars. A place where you’ll always have someone by your side. Home is a place where you can choose your own path or even take a bath. If we want the skies to shine bright and the stars to illuminate the sky then we must focus on the people who need help the most. To have a home is a gift, a treasure. I have never been so grateful to have a home, but now I realize how important it is. So let this poem be the inspiration that we all need. To spread awareness and kindness. In these times of uncertainty there is one certainty, we can come together and unite ourselves to do what's right. Because everyone deserves a place to call their own.