Meaning of Home

There once was a penguin who went to sea The name of the penguin was Bob who liked tea He was lost in the ocean full of debris And so he came to the shore So he journeyed through the waves Settled in a lot caves And fish was definitely his fave But still he was lost He was trying his best to find his home But all he found was himself alone Still he trudged through waves of foam And so he found friend His friend was called Joe the third Just like Bob he was a flightless bird Together they travelled like a herd And so they found more penguins Finally they built a home Made of ice with a structure of a dome So he was finally at home And so Bob enjoyed some tea Home is a place where love belongs; it is where safeness covers all. To me it is a journey through getting used to a new place for it to be truly your home. Home is a safe place, but other emotions also control anger, sadness, disgust, stress, exhaustion and excitement, but it doesn’t matter as long as you have family with you. That is home to me.