It's All About Love

How my home started. How my home has changed. Home isn’t special because of its walls; it's special because of the people in it. My house can be a circus, sometimes it can be berserkis. My house is as cheerful as an amusement park. Rooms have changed, but everything is always the same. People have come and people have left. New pets have come and some have left. From the first time I met my grandparents to the first time I spoke the words Mom and Dad. My home is a place where I can roam without being alone. At my home care is always in the air. No matter if I am sad I will always be glad to have a home. I will never regret loving my home and I will never forget what family means to me. The old creaky floors have character. The scent of dog welcomes me home. Even if it’s as old as a pyramid, it still is a place that is bold. Sometimes you may feel dispirited, but think of the things concealed in your home. I am writing this poem to people with or without a home because… Home isn’t a thing with walls or halls, not at all. It can be small or tall. But most of all let me recall. It’s all about the love of people that are near.