A home is something that is needed, some people have pleaded. They can be big or they can be small, but that’s not all.
It’s a place to keep warm, away from the storm. A place to count sheep, before you sleep. A home is a place to love people, and to remember people who have passed away.
A home means a lot more than what I just said, and lots of people don’t have that, so that’s why I wrote this poem about my home.