What Home Means to Me

When I step into my home it is where I roam. Home is somewhere I feel happy even though my sister can be snappy. Home is a place where I feel loved It is a place where I am not shoved. Home is not just bricks and wood, even though it can be wrecked by baseballs. Home is filled with love within all the four walls. Home is my mom wiping my tears Home is the place where I conquer my fears.