Home Is Where My Loved Ones Are
Home is like an emotion.
It feels like a warm hug by people who love you,
And smells like pancakes on a Saturday morning.
Even if we’re traveling the highway in a car,
Camping in a tent watching the planets and stars,
Or maybe in an apartment on the 23rd floor,
I am still home.
I feel loved and safe at home.
It makes me feel like I could touch the stars, or walk across the ocean.
It’s where memories are made, and old ones are remembered.
Even if you speak another language,
Or come from a different country,
Or if you’re in a wheelchair,
Or have two moms and two dads,
You should be loved at home.
You should feel safe and protected at home.
You should have happy memories,
Like soaring on a swing and feeling like you could fly,
Or running and feeling like you’re as fast as the wind.
Everyone should have a home.