My loving home

A home is the heart’s greatest desire fulfilled. A home is a place where I learn lessons but must confess. As my home sees the tip of dawn it wakes up everything big and small. My home basks in the sun while I play and have fun. I know I will never be alone while I am at my magnificent home. And once I am fed I can go up to my cozy bed. One of the places I feel safe is tucked tightly under my mother’s cape. The amazing thing I feel is love and it is a true feeling all above. My home is not kept up by bricks. It is kept up by warm and happy memories that stick. At my home I can ask for help. And restassured I can always be myself. It is sad to hear some people don’t feel complete. So they are left with the feeling of defeat. I know I will never have to report and my family will always give me support. I know I always have to try but I know it’s always ok to cry. Everybody can play games and nobody has to keep up a charade. There is always a light that shines very bright. A home is the greatest gift. A place where I can get an extra lift. There will never be enough toys. To live up to the amount of joy. At my home I can read my books. While my mom cooks. Some things are always a surprise. But nothing is ever to despise. Everything is as delicate as glass. Even the luscious green grass. Sweet smells fill my room. And at my home I will never have to face doom. My home will stay up through summer, spring, winter and fall. A home is the place I treasure above all. I love my home!