The Meaning of Home, a little poem

For me, Home is a place of love. When I walk inside the door, the love gets more and more. When I hug my mom and dad, they make me feel glad. When I go to bed at night, Home takes away the fright. When my Sister is studying, I feel like cuddling. If I didn't have a home, I wouldn't know this feeling that stays inside of me. If I didn't have a Home, I don't know what I would be. From cold to freezing, boiling to hot, It's nice to know I have a family to help with my thoughts. When I feel devastated, miserable, and even quite sorry, Home makes me feel important and cool. So, Home to me is a place that will care and share with me. I'm more than happy to have a family. So help some more people get a home like me. Get someone to help Habitat for Humanity.