What Home Means to Me

Home is a place where I fell loved, comfortable, and safe. Where I can laugh with my family and make memories. A house is a place with walls and a roof and nothing more. When I come home, I know my mom and dad will be there to greet me and ask how my day was. My soft bed will be there when I go to bed. A home is where you can be yourself. When I come home my crazy dog is jumping all over me. It makes me feel happy and safe. Home is where you can smell traditional meals being cooked, your family laughing and everyone having a good time. Home has pictures of all the memories you’ve made in your home and not your house. I am writing this poem to habitat for humanity because I want people who are homeless or have a disability or any other reason not just to have a house but to have a house but to have a home. I love my home very much and writing this poem I hope more people will have a home like mine.