My Home

There’s a place I know I’m always welcome, That’s a building I can call my home. My home is where I can be alone, Somewhere I feel I have grown. I feel like I can be me, Wild and free. My home always promises me my own bed, With a soft pillow to lay my head. My home on the outside may look like a house, On the inside, it’s a home, not a house. My home may be small, But that’s where I learned to crawl. At home, I love to bake, so many things to make. A house is four walls with a roof above, A house can be turned into a home with some love. A home doesn’t have to be well known, You just have to make it your own. My home is something I treasure, Because it’s something that brings me pleasure. Home is the best, When feeling stressed. My family make me feel loved every day, Three people always showing me the way. My home is always there, Protecting me from a bear. My home is where I belong, And where I feel strong. My home is where I go after school, and can be a fool. At my home, safe is all I feel, For real. After a long day, home is where I want to be, don’t you agree? When a school day has so many lows, Home is like a rose. Lots of memories come from my home, With many more to come.