The meaning of home.

Home is not just walls and a door, Or a roof and a wooden floor. It's not just windows made of glass, Or a yard with bright green grass. Home is the sound of laughter at night, A place where everything feels right. It's warm hugs when I feel small, And someone there to catch my fall. Home is the smell of dinner cooking, And knowing someone is always looking Out for me in every way, NO matter what happened that day. It's where I can be loud or quiet, Where I don't have to hide it. I can be myself, happy or sad, And still feel safe, not scared or bad. Home is love that doesn't end, a parent, a sibling, or a friend. It's not a place you simply roam around It's the feeling inside that says, I'm home.