Finding Home

A house has four walls Many rooms and twisting halls Curvature in the furniture, but nothing on top Flowers, somewhere, not ready to pop But that’s not a home A home is a place you can roam And not make you scared and alone A home is a place of which you can run Feel scared and yet have fun Learning things you never knew Playing games and feeling anew Having a big family, but watching it grow Inside of your home making you glow All around you, your family glowing too But enough about me, what about you? Do you have this whimsical thing too?