What Home Means To Me

Home is a place where I feel safe. We bundle up in blankets and watch the race. We head down to the basement, where hockey awaits. We shoot 50 pucks and watch the game late. I always feel love Even when my dad stops my shot with his glove. We invite friends over to join the fun  I love being my dad’s son. I am always number one Because I’m the only one. The good times have just begun. At the end of the day, I have a house that keeps me safe.                           Spesly my dog so comfy so great  Beds aren’t always made that’s true Sometimes like a maze to get through. My family loves me for me Through this poem, I hope that you see.