What Home Means To Me

To me, Home is more Than just a place Where trees grow, And where flowers blow. Home is a place That’s more than a house. Where we strive, And where we grow. Filled with joy and hope. Washing teddies, Is washing memories Dirty on the outside But meaningful in the inside Every stitch has a memory A memory that has been there For years. Sinking into the cold fur. The meows of my cats Keep me up all night. It gets annoying, But how could I Ever get mad at her? Knocking down books, While chasing a fly. Oh, the devastation I will feel, The day that she dies. Nighttime talks with my mother Pointless arguing with my brother Drives home with my father Monday dinners With my grandfather and grandmother. The family I was born in, And the family I will grow in. To me, Home is a place With laughter that never fades. With endless love, And with warm hugs.