What Home Means To Me

What Home Means to Me When I walk into my house there is nothing much to see, but just wait, there’s way more to be. They say home is where the heart is, but where is the heart? It’s right here with me. The fireplace keeps me warm, and the love my family gives me shelters me from the storm. With the tears on my face, the warm hugs I get, the tears will replace. The electricity is like a brain, it still stays on even when it’s in pain. Everyone deserves a home, doesn’t matter if you have a mansion or a tiny house, it just matters if you feel the touch. What I feel in my house is a touch, and that’s because my family loves me THIS much. And as I said, everyone deserves a home, doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor, it just matters if you feel the love and touch.