What Home Means to Me

This is what home means to me… My home is a place where I can freely roam. It’s where I have my comfort zone. In my home I have my very own space, A quiet area to relax, read, and draw in a warm embrace. On my trampoline doing flips, I keep going till I slip. I keep going and I practice hard, I keep bouncing in my back yard. On my swinging bar, I am trying not to swing too far. I have a running start, Beginning to race my heart. My parents baking food, The aroma makes me drool. It is always oh so good, I’ve loved it since babyhood. When I go to bed, I make sure I don’t bump my head. My stuffed sloth on one side, On the other there lays my pride. I just wanted to write a good poem, I hope it helps people without a home. Every donation means a lot, You may even have bought someone a whole plot.