What Home Means to Me

A house is made with walls and beams, but a home is made with love and dreams. This might not be the same for you, but for me it is very true. Even when I am feeling blue, my family puts a smile on my face, one that you can not erase. Their love stretches to the moon, when they are gone I hope to see them soon. When I am at home I can dream big, be the person under my wig. I feel like a bee and home is my hive and family is the flower that helps me survive. When I feel beat that feeling helps me defeat. These are my feelings deep inside, when I am at home I feel pride! These feelings are the best, better than all the rest!