What Home Means to Me
What is home? Is it a place to love, laugh and to learn? Or a place to stay, lay and feel dismay. I’m not here to write a poem. I’m here to try to help someone get a wonderful home. I don’t think anyone should not have a home. Not having one is a horrible thing to think about. I chose to hope and pray that anyone someone you me him her gets a wonderful place to stay after the day is done. My home is a wonderful place where people love one another. My home is a place to love, laugh and to learn. So why can’t we all have one?
I would give anything for someone, anyone you, me, him, or her to have a home – big or small. I’m very thankful to have a wonderful home where I can rest my head and do my homework while laying peacefully in my bed. Home is a place where I can read a book or write a story. Home is a place to make memories. To laugh with family, to feel safe and secure. Home is a place to talk about feelings. Home is a place to love, laugh and learn, so why can’t we all have one?