Heart is Where the Home Is

Home is, to me The root of my family. The walls hold my memories; The roof supports my dreams. Home’s like a tree With knobbly branches and bright leaves. It’s not perfect. It’s not big. But it’s home. And that’s all I ever want it to be. It keeps me rooted It keeps me strong. It keeps me safe. It keeps me standing tall. At home, my family waits for me They wrap me in an embrace. And in that moment, I can see Home is really the best place. That is why I want to help Other people like you and me. That is why I’m writing this poem For Habitats For Humanity. So that others can have a home As beautiful as mine. To cherish and to care for ‘Till the end of time.