What Home Means to Me
When I walk up the stairs to my home,
I already know I am not alone.
I walk into the door after a long day,
And I feel lucky to have somewhere warm to stay.
When I walk upstairs to see my brother,
We talk and laugh and then I’m on my way to see another.
I walk down stairs and see my mom is cooking,
When I came over she caught me looking.
I love my home because have somewhere to live,
And when I’ve done something wrong,
Ive learned to forgive.
I have so many memories I don’t ever want to forget,
But when I move out,
They will never leave my heart quite yet.
HOME is my safe,happy place.