Meaning of Home

This is what home means to me: Home is very free, I really do like home, Unless I’m alone. My bed, It’s not red, It feels soft, It is a loft. It looks welcoming, On it, my brother and I do wrestling. It doesn’t make a sound, And it’s not round. It’s not edible, But it is incredible! It doesn’t really have a smell, But it still is very well. I have lots of tangible things in my house, One of them is a couch, Another is a table, Which is very stable. In my house, there’s a lot of food, The food is not glued, I also have plants, In it, there’s probably ants. A few non-tangible things are: My baby brother’s loud squeal is the star, But when his squeals don’t end, The fun starts to descend. In the winter, my house is cozy, My older brother’s very nosy. I love my family, My dad’s very manly. To me home is not a building, it’s where you live, Homes are not what you give. Now my poem is done, It was a lot of fun!