What Home Means To Me

A home is not a place with 4 walls to seek, it's a place to make memories so deep. It's a place I will love and care. It's a place where all of my love and memories beware. It's where I belong to never be teared. A house is not a home, a home is where I love and where all my family cares. A house is a building with a table and chair. A home is where the flowers bloom it's where I am never to be doomed No matter how big, no matter how small, home is where I cherish it all. Home is where I learned to walk. I learned to run and play. Home is where I stay. A house is a structure but home is a sweet pleasure. Home is where you grow, it's where your childhood lies never to be broken. I love it and I always will. It's a place to run, it's a place to jump and it's a place to love. A house is a building like a store or more but a home is memories in the flow of air. It's where we find a sense of self, where we find our place on the shelf. Home is where the heart is, they say, and that's where we'll always stay. It's where love and family reside, where we'll always find a place to abide. So here's to the home that we hold dear, may it always be filled with love and cheer. That's what home means to me: a place to love.