This is my home my house

This is my home my house Sometimes in it I feel like a mouse. So tiny, and very whiny, makes me feel alive. Home is not just a pretty sight, not just four walls but a place with windows full of bright light. Home is a place filled with love Soaring above like a dove. A bird that represents peace, A bird that sings a famous music piece. Burning up in the sauna heat, Makes my heart jump out with a leap. It’s a place that when I’m sad I weep, A place where I can eat my sandwich meat. It’s a place I miss when I’m at school, it feels like I’m drowning to the bottom of a pool. I love my life on my street, It’s where me and my friends like to meet. I love being happy at the park so free, I feel my finger brushing down the bark of a sappy tree. Sunshine shining on the playground bars, always there to look up at the stars. I look up at the moon in the night, with all the little stars shining so bright. Home is where all life begins, everyone thinks ‘I can win!’ Home is the cozy center of everyone who enters, home. Whichever house you live in, it will always be your win. It’s the grand prize of marvels, it makes you want to lose your marbles. I read on the cozy couch, then reach my hand in my pouch. To grab a little dim light, to make my life a little bright. Home is delightful, and very hopeful. I think how lucky I am, to have this home, and knowing I shouldn’t have used my brothers comb, I go to sleep. This is home.