My Home

My Home is safe and warm, It’s a place where I know I can’t be harmed. I immediately feel comfortable when I walk in, It’s like walking into a loving and caring bin. Only it’s not a bin, It’s something I can fit in. Then, when I’m hungry or thirsty, I can have food or water in my tummy. Whenever I’m nervous, scared or depressed, I can go and play with my four pets. I know that no one on purpose will be mean, Also my Home isn’t dirty, it is all clean. I have family to keep me happy, And when I need to, we are laughing. Where I am, I can be anything, No matter what I’m thinking. A Home is built in a community, Every community is built beautifully. Your family is almost like a place. Home is a place, Where you feel welcome and safe. I certainly feel like my place is right, I love and adore, when I wake up, to look at the soft light. The love of my family is like a ceiling and some walls, Although they never will fall. Each family is a home, All together like the ends of a comb. When I’m cuddled up in my bed, I know I always have a roof over my head. My Home means the world to me, It is always so wonderful to see.