A Safe Place

My home is a place with my family, A roof over my head, A warm place to stay and to play. A place to grow, A safe place to call home. A place to make friends On which I depend. A place I can stay and a place to sleep Where I count 300 sheep. A place to make memories that I can keep. I am thankful for my warm blanket when it’s cold outside. I cry and feel sad when I see people on the street. Who takes care of them? Where do they belong? Their lives seem incomplete. Where is their retreat? A home to me is something special that everybody needs. Without it, it’s like missing a very special heart beat. It’s our humanity.