What home means to me

I may live in a house that may be short, giant or small. But it still means somewhere that I will be loved by all. In a home I can treasure, every moment is a pleasure. Even if my home may be tiny I can still dream big, like a flying pig. When the lights shimmer, I can look out and see the big dipper. With all my creativity, there is no space for negativity. In my home while seasons pass, I take my time and grow very fast . There is always enough space, for another smiling face. When I get sad, I can always go to my dad . My brother is just like a fly; he buzz's around me and never leaves my side. I can always go home and be cozy, without my nose being rosy. After a long day at school, I can go in my pool and feel so cool. In my home people can have fun, With all their loved ones. Every day is a blessing with a roof over my head , A comfy bed and books that are unread. At the end all we remember, is the first time we stepped in our home in September.