What Home Means To Me
This home. This home. This is my home.
It’s where I go to cry. It’s also where I go to laugh and play even when things are dry.
When I’m bad it makes me sad but in the end, we all apologize.
My home is where no one is judged, not for shape or size.
At home we share our feelings, things, and toys.
At night sometimes I dream and wish that everyone else had a home like mine
where people can share memories and create one of their own.