What Home Means to Me

My home is way more than walls and a roof, And if you don't believe me, This is what home means to me. Home to me is The fresh cold air when I open the door, But My mother’s warm smile fills the air. Home to me is The times I hid from the monster under my covers. My family would always make me feel safe. Now I see my little sister is hiding under hers, And my family does the same. Home to me is A place where I can be sad, mad, happy, silly and safe. Most of all I can be myself. My home may be different than yours, But something that should be the same is We are all loved and safe. Home to me is A place to be loved and love, A place I love to go, A place I belong. That’s what home means to me.