The Meaning of Home
Home is where my family lives, and my little dog too.
If someone’s not there, I know just who.
A house is all made with bricks and stone. It might even be shaped like a dome.
In my life I’ve had may houses, and they never lasted forever.
But at home, it’s just me and my family, happy, laughing, and together.
When I think of the situation of the houseless, They probably think that the night is the coldest.
Some of them might be dirty and sad. That makes me feel bad.
I remember someone told me that people who live on the street or in the parks aren’t homeless. They’re houseless because they could have a tent or a certain place that could be their home, and that could make them happy.