What Home Means to Me
Everyone has a special place to be,
home is a very special place for me.
Home is like seeing a glimpse of light,
not too dark not too bright.
It is where my family lives,
in harmony, peace, and quiet.
It is where we tell stories by the fireplace,
it is where we are cuddled up in sleep,
It is where my dreams come true,
and my nightmares go ka-boom !
Where we pray for our roof to hold against a
where memories are gained, some lost.
I couldn’t imagine someone without a home,
for shelter or for family to get together.
So I am writing this poem to share my hope,
for people to have a home like me.