Home is Not a House
Home is a place that I know.
Home is a place that I can grow.
Home is a place where dreams come true.
Home is a place to try something new.
Home is where memories go far and wide.
Home is where my dad cooks delicious food.
Food that makes me cry with joy.
But then, then I realize there are people without a home of their own.
To share a laugh with friends and family.
Without warmth on a cold winter day.
Without AC on a scorching hot day.
Home, home to me is
Love, Belonging, and Family
To me family really makes it home.