Home: a small word with big meaning

****Sincere apologies: the last version sent was the wrong one. PLEASE CONSIDER THIS REVISED VERSION. My child has worked so hard on this, it would mean everything to us if you did not disqualify his entry for my error. Thank you kindly**** Home: a small word with big meaning My home was once a house In which lived a little mouse! Cracked bricks and a broken door Its shattered windows were an eyesore Despite its sad appearance With all their perseverance My parents bought this place And restored it with grace It took them six months of hard work Sweat and tears, almost going berserk Endless bills and setbacks too Until finally, they saw their project through Today, my house is my home Mice replaced by a friendly gnome! Windows now keep the harsh weather out And our front door welcomes all, no doubt More importantly, my home is a sanctuary Filled with love, warmth and serenity Where I am safe and I am loved And can be myself without feeling judged To build a house is one thing To have a home is a blessing Making memories with my family Is a luxury deserved by everybody I am thankful to Habitat for Humanity For giving me a chance to write poetry I hope these words are seen by many I confess So that together, we can build more happiness One syllable and four letters long Home is where we belong A small word it may be But its meaning is quite mighty