What Home Means to Me

Home is my mom’s gentle hands, They reach to hug, but I withstand. Home my dad is making jokes, With him, I laugh until I choke. Home is my brother and me, Fighting and laughing with glee. Home is the stories at night, The place where it all feels just right. Home is God deep in my heart, Guiding me when things fall apart. Home is my joy, my safe place, Filled with love, warmth, and grace. Home is where love’s always there, Where people listen and care. Home is the thing I hold tight, It makes everything feel alright. Home is the sun in my room, Chasing away any gloom. Home is the best thing I know, More than treasures or gems on show!