I love home. It’s a place where I can roam, it’s somewhere to feel safe, so you don’t have to hide your face. It’s walls are full of memories that you can keep as treasuries. A home’s a building full of love, so no one will ever give you a shove. My home is filled with people who love me most, not anyone mean like a witch or a ghost. I think everyone deserves a home, somewhere they can love as their own. I never realized how grateful I was until I wrote this poem, now I’m very happy that I have a home.