Home, a poem

Home is not just a thing It’s a mix of good feelings Feelings like comfort A nice sense of hope For safety and happiness. Or it will be a place For family, for privacy. A place to sleep Or a place to eat Or to keep yourself healthy It’s a place to play It’s a place to work It’s a place to relax. It can have parties It can just be alone It’s a place to just be you No need for hiding Or lying. It’s your place to do whatever. That’s freedom Home means all of the above And I hope every Person in this big big world Will have that feeling. It’s not world peace but it sure is in the right direction.