My home

My house, I can trade but my home I have made. My house is just matter Something that can shatter. My home is a place, where I can dream while I sleep. And when I am sad, a safe place where I can weep. My house is just walls, floors, a roof. My home is a place, made from love and truth. My house is made from brick and stones an object that is built. My home is full of happiness, warmth and memories too. And if you ask my little sister, maybe her cozy quilts. My house, I can replace or change, like painting it the color blue. My home is forever and ever, a place my family and I can be together. My house, I can lose, but I can always find my home.