Home To Me

Home could be big or small, A place where someone can pick you up when you fall. You don’t have to have a cat or dog, Or have a house made of log. Home is where you have a heart, A place where everyone contributes and has a part. Home is a cozy place, It does not have to have much space. Home is where you go to rest, And bundle up in your comfortable nest. Home is where you go after a long, hard day, A place to sleep after you pray. Home is where the love is tender, A place for all your worries to surrender. Home could be quiet or loud, A place where all are loving and proud. Home is a place to grow, Be it fast or be it slow. Home is a place to learn who you are, A place to aim for the moon or a star. Home is not just bricks and wood, A place where you can think “Maybe, I could”. Home doesn’t matter where it happens to be Home is where you are with your family. Home is a place for family and friend, And now I see that this is the end.