Home Sweet Home

One day I had a dream. I will live in a house of my own! Oh… Maybe not! I think it will be a home of my own! A house is made with brick and stone. With big windows and tall doors. It has a roof to block out the rain, but on its own, it feels so plain. A house can’t laugh. It can't say hi. It's just a structure, big and tall. It doesn't feel anything at all. But a home is where the heart can play, Where love and happiness fills up the day. It smells like cookies, warm and sweet. It’s where you go to rest your feet. A home has hugs and happy songs, it's where you feel like you belong. With family there, you're never alone A home is made with love, not wood and stone. Houses are nice, but homes are sweet. They are cozy, sweet and full of joy. A house can’t hold the love we share, but a home is built with hearts that care. Soon my dream will come to life because there are people in this world that are really nice! A little help goes a long way! Soon the sun will rise on a bright and beautiful day.