something called home
Home means a place to sleep at night,
Maybe not a place to fight.
A place for families to gather,
Where? it doesn’t even matter.
It means expressing yourself for you to see.
You can be who you want to be.
We gather for the holidays,
We are suckers for Saturdays.
Home means somewhere memories can be made.
Made of times we are drinking yummy lemonade.
A place to stay up late watching TV,
Then waking up to my sister yelling at me!
But it’s not just a place to sleep,
It’s somewhere to protect me from a creep!
Home means love and laughter,
And always a place for after.