What Home Means To Me

Home, proud to call my own. I'm grateful for the roof above my head, Downstairs, a cozy blanket— I can curl up when I'm scared. My parents being there for me, Taking the time to cherish, With friends and family— Even the ones that are gone. A heartwarming story by the fireplace, Even there, they are with you. I know it's hard to call home, But with my family— My mom, my dad— It's peaceful. You'll understand once you're cozy, You'll say yes. When I walk in, Everyone greets me with a smile. A great place, just to say— My home. Mine, I say. “It’s me out of a thousand.” On the couch, we lay down and sit, A place to call my own. A great place, just for me. A safe place, filled with laughter. Thank you, Habitat for Humanity, For building Canada, One home at a time ♥♥♥