What home means to me

Home is where all my memories are made, Four walls around me and I won’t be afraid. Within house and all it’s creations, It doesn’t need a rich foundation. Home is where I can call my own, Because I’ll never be alone. My sister is as crazy as a cuckoo koala, When she has nothing to do she’s always around me talking and singing lalala. She is literally like a swarm of buzzing bees, Flying around in the lovely breeze. Home is where I learn , And where I always return. My home is where I peacefully dream and believe, Because then I’ll always have something up my sleeve. Having a roof over my head, Dreaming starts when I go to bed. Calling it small, big, tall or short, In the front yard or back I can play any kind of sport. For all the cool things to do, A good home is there for me when I get the flu. A house is a blessing, For all the feelings I’m expressing. From the first step in, And from the fun it has been. In my house there was lots of love that family brought, No one is there that I have forgot. There was a lot of cooperation, I may never plan to leave for vacation. Although sometime we may fight, It will take all my power to rewrite. Home is everything I need, Living a life I will succeed. With all the good food, water and the hot sun, Even in the rain it can be fun. With a good location, It is time to have a celebration.