When I Think of Home

When I think of home… …It's where I like to roam! The quality of home is out of reach… …but the meaning of home is in reach. So for each and everyone of you should know… …home is not just made of stone. It's made of memories for you who don´t know… …it will show you memories that you don't know. The legacies that remind me of who I am… …makes me remember why I'm here. I´m here to make joy and cheer! When my grandparents are so neat… …at making me a bed sheet. Home is where stories are told… …and a place where I never get cold. Home is where smiles are made… …and visits are paid. Home is a place where I can do art… …or eat a yummy Poptart. Home is a place where I can look up at the stars… …or even eat some chocolate bars. This is my meaning of home to me!