Home to Me
Home to me is joy,
It is a place that is safe and loving.
If you come into a home without a family,
your home is not a true home.
Home is not made with concrete and bricks.
It is made with a family tree.
When I step into my home,
I feel blowing hugs and kisses.
I feel like I am flying with my family.
When I am eating my heart feels like it is growing.
When I am in my garden I smell love in the air.
When I am playing with my sister, ‘
I feel my toes going into the carpet like roots in the ground.
My family is power, but no one said it could not be magic too.
My family is magical, and so can yours be too.