Home

My home is where I grow, play and pray. My home makes me happy in every way. My home is where I learn to walk and talk. and I feel bad for the people that don't have a home. My address can change but my memories won't so that's why we need to make our memories great. Home is a happy,caring,and loving place and there's no doubt about that. I love my home because it’s where I live and play. There are a million more good thing’s I can say about my home but it can't fit in this page. My house used to have rats and dust and dirt but now it's my home but now it stands up just like a home. No matter an apartment, no matter a house it is still your home and no matter how big or small it is still your home. You should be grateful for your home because without your home where will you grow, play and pray so be thankful for home. home is love. Love is at home. even if you live in an apartment be thankful you still have a roof over your head. So I wish I can help out with this poem.