The Hope Of Home

The Hope Of Home A house is a place, but in homes,none of your memories go to space. A house can be big and cool, but a home can be your memories being dug up where they aren't left to drool. Home is not just a place with many walls and a roof, It’s not a place where you sleep and only goof, It’s better than just bricks and being bizarre, It’s where we have the most dreams that don’t go too far. I enter the living room where my treasured memories start, cherishing the days that touch my heart, Looking back on my mistakes I had to restart, I learned that nothing can break you apart. I learned to walk, I learned to run, and I also learned to have fun. Not only did I learn to walk and run, but I also learned to stand up when the time has come. I enter the kitchen to laugh and eat, this is where I shouldn't argue but compete. As I enter the garden filled with plants growing row by row I realise the progress I made ages ago, In my heart I still know that home is my big glow.