My Meaning of Home
I’m writing this poem to the people I love,
Even the astronaut’s way up above.
How home to me is having a family,
And seeing them all smile happily.
When I think of my beautiful home,
I think of where I could rather roam.
How I watch movies with my sister,
That last one we watched was quite a twister.
I think of the people who are homeless,
If we help them, they’re not hopeless.
I think of all the people who need a lot of food,
We can help those people and change their bad mood.
I always think of mom and dad,
And all the fun times we have had.
Home is were I’d rather be,
So that’s what home is like to me.