A HOME is a thing not all of us have

A HOME is a thing not all of us have. Home is love and joy. Be nice to your home, respect it with care because home costs money. Some might cost little but some cost much so respect your home with care. My family works hard at their jobs to afford the comfort we own and I am lucky to have at least a home that my family shares. The reason I made this poem is that someone out there gets a home of their own. Apartments to mansions to shacks and more a home can be anything small or big it doesn't matter. Homes are full of memories more and more even when you move out home is in your memories forever laughing, crying, you remember it all. When I'm in my house I feel safe and protected and I won't be judged. Just four walls and a roof can mean so much to me. Before I was born it was just an empty lot but over time when my city grew the empty lot became a home which today I call mine, every home has a story just like mine. There are many homes in the world but there are more people than homes, homes cost much to make. That's why lots of people are homeless but I want to change that because everybody deserves one. Home has many feelings and it's not just a place it is the feeling, the feeling of home, the feeling of home is the best feeling of all its the feeling of comfort and warmth. In my home it's me, my mom, my dad , sister and cat Frankie. It's fun to play on my Nintendo switch to play Mario kart together, if I win or lose it doesn't matter but what does is that we are together as a family in our home.