My Home Poem

A home is a four-letter word with one syllable. But what’s the meaning? Well, I simply can’t leave you dreaming. A home with highs and lows, sadness with happiness, Grief along with relief, but let me be brief, When I think of a home a blanket of love wraps my heart, I feel free and so much glee. A home is a safe place with family, somewhere you can live happily. My home was once piles of dirt, and with great exert, is now a home. But I still sometimes roam, wondering what makes a home? Maybe it’s items like a simple garden gnome, or first steps and milestones. Home is where I stay day by day, where I grow and grow as days go. Whether your home is big or small, cherish it all. Together all as one, let’s help those without a ton. With the help of Habitat for Humanity, let’s make a family share the smiles. Smiles that come from being sheltered, from having a home. Smiles that go as far as miles.