What Home Means to Me

Home is not only a roof over my head It’s not just a place with rooms and a bed It’s not just a structure that protects me from rain and snow It’s so much more you know I’ve had so many wonderful times And lots of great bedtimes Spending time with family and friends I live at my home even on weekends I watch sports with dad Which I am so glad I bake with mom And when I get excited she stays calm I am very lucky We live in something so lovely While other people can’t So we write poems to help them transplant This is the end of my poem Ima stop so you can start goin’