The Meaning of Home
Home is a place where my mind lets me rest.
Home is a place where I truly feel blessed.
I like eating at the table, (or tv), or home has a healthy, safe society.
I love my family, my friends and my pets! Home is the first place where I learned my alphabet! At night I sleep in my bed, rest my tired head, and dream of having a successful future planned ahead.
Home is not just a place, it’s a feeling! I feel glad that I am able to have a ceiling. But when I think about people who don’t have a home, inside, I feel sad to the bone! I hope I can help them in any way I can (Whether it’s a woman or a man).
When I think of home I feel happy, glad, grateful, not sad. I remember all the great memories I had. I feel happy that I get to run outside and play. I feel grateful that I get to have food every day.
I like the sounds of nature outside in my yard. It’s impossible to disregard! I like the sound of birds, tweeting away. I like the sound of squirrels finding nuts to eat all day.
This poems coming to an end so I will say,
Please help to give a family some place to stay!