Poem Of Home

A home is something special, Something that money can’t buy. A home is something that only you and you only can feel. A home is not a building, not a thing or place, A home is your feelings, hopes, and dreams. My home is my family, my toys, and things I love. My home is my cat, painting, and crafts. A home is where I can sit down and focus on what I love to do with no worries. Although my house is old, rusty, and made of cement and bricks, My home is always full of joy, bright colors, love, the newest, happiest, warm home ever. We all deserve a home.