Home is Where the Heart Is

A beautiful place called home is where everyone belongs. Love, joy, faith and grace are what makes the best place to stay. Beautiful voices calling out to each other, love. Laughter having fun, joy. "You can play with my stuff, just don't break it," faith. "Ow." "Are you okay?" Grace. I am the fifth oldest from the children. My house is full of bustling kids. Eleven of them, and with my parents, thirteen. My three brothers are the craziest little boys I've ever met. My seven sisters are the weirdest people I've ever met. My parents are the most loving, caring people I've ever met in my whole life. I still love my family, even if they are the craziest, weirdest, most caring people. I love my family! I feel sorry for all those people living on the streets. I feel sorry that they have no home to call their own. I hope this poem will help a family in need of a home and call it their own.