Home Poem

Home Poem Home means the people who inhabit it, the ones who make countless of memories to share From the laughs, to the sadness and tears, It builds structure in your heart, and memories The scent of a new beginning and the Hug of old. A home is bricks and insulation, Home is having the comfort and safety, Enough to fix broken hearts. Home is a factory of memories, to pass down, and love For centuries My home is outdoors, the pesky mosquitos that swarm, To the ladybugs me and my little sister finds under bags of autumn leaves. Home is from the dust particles unveiled, slowly trickling down like water from a faucet through the light, that slowly shines through the window. Home is where I know i’ll be caught when I fall No matter where you go, you will always be at home The familiar scents are everywhere Our home is made of material things, but it's also made with the bonds And love we create daily My home is the ocean, My home is the solid ground My home is ours to share Even if your home is burned, torn down, put to rubble You will always have a home, the one in your chest, close the left