What Home Means to Me

Home is where the heart is.
Home is where I am loved.
I feel safe, accepted, secure.
I feel happy, cared for and content.
Home is not built by stones but by love and family memories.
At home everyone is respected.
Black, white, English, French.
I’m at home through the good times, and the bad times.
Each person should have a home.
Each person should have a place to call their own.
I could go wherever I want.
I could do whatever I want.
But there is still no place like home.