Here’s a poem about what home means to me
Once you dive into these pages, I know you’ll see.
The next thing is family
It’s my favourite thing, recently.
Home is where I make my hair bun
Let me get to my chores, I find them fun.
In my home, I have a scope for imagination
But after my chores, I have a little relaxation.
Home is love and kindness, where I brush and comb my hair
Home is warm and cozy, now nothing will match to home and care.
Now my poem is done
Home is where I have the most fun.