My Home

In my home, you can express your feelings. In my home, you can’t just stare at the ceilings. But instead,you can make memories, That will last for centuries. Helping mom and dad, Because they help me when I’m sad. An argue with my brother, Oh,don’t bother A backyard where my dogs lives. My trees with green leaves. It doesn’t matter how how big your house is, What really matters is the memories. Everyone has a different home, And different hope. Some people don’t have a home, So, they lose hope, But you can help make their home too, By writing, what home means to you.