Where I Feel At Home

When I’m at home I have a family to keep me warm. It’s not like a house because it could get wrecked in a storm. When I’m at home you can feel very happy. But a house is one place that can make you full of misery. Home is like a place to be. But a house is like a place to sleep. Home can be like a building or farm. But a house is where you can eat tartar. In a house you can do something like poses. But home can make you feel loved like roses. In a house you can have a bed that’s fluffy. But home is where you truly feel cozy. In a house people can roam around. But in your home you can be safe and sound. In this little poem may I ask, that where do you feel at home at last?