What Home Means To Me

As I step on to my door mat I hear my little tom cat. When I come home for hugs everyday I don't even know what to say. My house is small, cozy and all But if you count love it stands very tall. At night when I go to sleep I can't even hear a peep. At home I do my own art It's at the top of my chart. If I did not have a home I would not have known. My life is full of love It's not down, it's above. Everyone deserves a home That is why I'm writing this poem. Some might say its just a building it's really not from my particular point of view it's really a lot.