What Home Means to Me

My home is made of wonderful memories, It's a place of loving care, A feeling of peace we are lucky to have, Where happiness is regained after we are sad. Dreams are bright and futures are looked forward to, A busy household with so much to do, We have moments of happiness and joyfulness too, Disagreements can happen but resolving them is not far from view. At night, I can sleep in a soft, cozy bed With happy thoughts in my head I hug my loved ones oh so tight I never feel any sort of fright I'm surrounded with love and joy, that I know As many great moments happen and go Many may fade and many will stay in my memory And I hope to always live happily