What Home Means To Me

A house has bricks, metal, cinder, and a shed. But a home has a family, and a warm bed. A home is not something you live in. But it is a place that you have been given. It is not something made up of space. It is yours and it is your own special place. Home is the sound of a sizzling pan. And has a feeling that you can't understand. It is the crack of the bat coming from the tv. And the taste of the food that fills you with glee. A home is not a house and a house is not a home. But in the first one you will never be alone. Home is the sound of speakers singing a song. And the sound of laughter that booms vibrant and strong. It is a place where you can feel uplifted and free. That is what home means to me.