Home Means to Me

Home is where you belong. Home is where your heart is Home is where your family is Home is where you stay Home is where you sleep When I think of home I know I am not alone home is where I belong and home is where I sleep and play I learned to walk and I learned to run and I love are home Homeless people are suffering. And we need to help them by building homes they look for places to stay under a tree or on the sidewalk. Help them by building more houses. Day by day homes are being built everywhere. We learn that home is a small word that means a big thing. I feel safe and that's what matters the most. No matter how big, no matter how small, home is where you cherish it all. Home is where I play. Home is where I lay and as the days go on, home is where I stay. My home address may change as I travel through life, but the memories I have will always be nice. I feel sad for those out in the cold, young and old. Let's all build a wall by writing a poem to show them it doesn't matter your age when we're all on the same page, because if we're bold we can give people a place to call their own. United together we can make a change for the better. My hope with this poem is to spread kindness and awareness. Lets use compassion to create more action with the one thing that will always stay the same, no matter how near, no matter how far we will always live under the same shining stars.