what I call home

The meaning of home varies from person to person, But to me it doesn’t matter if I live in Doha or Vernon, It doesn’t matter if I live east or west, Home is my very own nest Home is a very special place, A lighthouse to every race, Family bonding together, Regardless the outside weather A house isn’t a place I adore, Unless it is filled with love galore, Family makes it a benign place to be, A house isn’t a home without contentment and family ,you see, These all show what home means to me I feel fortunate I have a home, It’s the place I come back to wherever I roam, It’s where I have fun, And enjoy eating a fresh bun By writing this poem small, I am helping ensure homes to all, Ten dollars to the homeless, Ten dollars less hopeless