Home is Where the Heart Is
Home is where I can run and play and when I come in I tell my mom I had a good day.
Home is where I can feel safe and loved and when there’s a storm she makes me feel safe.
It’s not just the teal door that makes my house unique, it’s my family that’s the ticket but no home is perfect but mines just fine.
When it rains I jump in the puddles and I get wet. Then, I trudge inside and sit next to the fireplace. When I’m dry, me and my mom play cards.
Then it’s night time the birds tweet the crickets chirp.
You probably love your home it’s natural, it’s something unique.