Meaning of Home
When I think of home, I think of happy times.
No fears, and rarely any tears.
Family, friends and love.
But of course, there will always be that one lost glove.
Home is not just a shelter, because it can be anywhere where you feel safe and belong.
Somewhere where you can express yourself and be strong.
Now, as I conclude this poem, remember that everyone should have the right to have a home.