What My Home Means to Me
My home is the greatest blessing,
It’s full of many memories,
There are many funny stories,
That I’m sure are quite embarrassing.
I am thankful to my parents for all that they have done,
They gave me great happiness;
I wish I could show my thankfulness.
I do know that with my home and family I definitely hit the
Sometimes I can’t help but thinking,
About those who don’t have a home,
And so that is why I’m here writing this poem.
I hope this poem could help someone; one day I wish to see them