The Place You Live, The Place You Love

In my home there are people who roam. Such as family who prance happily. Family are not just people you know, and they aren’t people who eat from a trough. They are your lovable fam. As lovable as cooked ham. Now it is time to come together. Like birds with feathers. They all stick together like the foundation of our home. Home is where the heart is. It’s fun to run. Home is where you cuddle in the sun. HOME IS FUN. Home is Love.