What Home Means To Me

A home is more then four walls It is a place where we grow tall . It's not the lights that make it so bright It's the friends and Family that are just right. The Blessing my home is to me Will be soon passed to family. My home is not alive Until my family moves inside. When do we know when we have grown? Is when home turns to stone. As the vines climb the wall I remember when i used to fall Now i stand nice and tall Knowing my family has been there all along.