Garden Gnomes

My home, my light, where everything is right. My mom, My dad, the overwhelming feeling of glad. I wish all people had homes, where you can store furniture, shelf memories and display garden gnomes. My home is where I am warm, not outside and full of dangerous harm. I sleep tucked in tight, and I wait till the morning light. I am grateful for my home and my garden gnomes, but I wait until the day where all people have homes. Every day I am thankful to God for giving me my home, where I can stay put, until one day I venture out, ready to place my own stones.