My Poem of What Home is to You

Home to me is a place where you feel loved, Home is like a flower treasured and beloved, Home is special and precious, something that no one can take away. We feel bad for people that don’t have a place to call home. That they may be strong and never give up their hope. People acquire so much but don’t appreciate, People have a home, family, food and water but don’t acknowledge anything or anyone,only money. Why? They want more and more. They are never satisfied with what they have. They want their name to be known across the world and to have all this popularity and fame, only to control anything because they have the capability of doing it. Other people don’t have much but can still be as mean or gentle and sweet, they can be young or old same for the rich, Some people are nice and give food or money and even a place to stay, People may not have a place to call home but if someone helps you when you really need it and go out of their way to do it I think that counts. As long as you appreciate it.