Why Home is Home

My home is the most important thing to me in the whole world. My home has: A cozy, warm bed with the cat at the end of it, A stove to cook Christmas dinner on, A teddy bear to cuddle when you are frightened, These are all parts of a proper home. My home has: A dog to walk at twelve o’clock every afternoon, A vehicle to pick your big sister up from basketball practice, A toilet and sink to do your beeswax. A television to watch with your family on Sunday night, A brother and four sisters to hang-out and play with. My home has: A dresser to keep clothes in, A bedroom to keep memories in, A bicycle to ride with friends, A mask to keep me, and others safe from the flu, A tablet to communicate with your cousin, that lives in Fort Saskatchewan, A phone to order pizza on. These are all essentials for a house to become a Home. Well, maybe not a phone to order pizza on. And the most important thing for a home to be a home is the memories.