Home. A place I belong. My place.
I enter my happy home with a beautiful smile on my face.
In my home I am never ever sad.
Nor am I confused or even mad!
My home can never be in one piece,
Without me. I can sit with my family and have a feast.
Old memories lie on forever!
Will sadness enter my home? Never!
A home is more than a house to me.
And I hope my poem helps you see,
A house and a home are two different things.
A house doesn’t contain the love a home brings.
I feel so protected when it rains.
When the rain comes splashing down the window panes
I belong in my home.