What home means to me

I love my home, the home that I own. The home that I roam, the home that I talk about while I write this poem. The place where memories are made, The place where together we make fresh lemonade. The place where we show that we care about each other, From a sister, to a dad, to a mom and to a brother. My home which I own will always be enough, even when some days are rough. Home is where I play, home is where I stay, home is where I live, to this very day. My home is where I sleep peacefully each night, and walk through happily in the daylight. My home is the home that I have, where I sleep, where I eat, where I play and where I laugh. I know how lucky I am to have a roof over my head, and have a very comfy cozy and warm bed. Some don’t have what we all have today, no bedroom, no kitchen, no living room, and no where to play. A home is a place to cherish and love, because we are thankful to have a roof up above. A beautiful stable and nice home I see, maybe this will help you understand what a true home is meant to be. I know what home is truly meant to be, a nice cozy place for me and my family. Everything I remember is when we are together,even when it is cloudy or rainy weather. Having fun, whether it's indoors or out in the sun, is always enough to remember that we are all one. Having a home is a place to shine, a place to be you, a place that’s mine. Home is a place that you’re welcome, everyday I’m thankful to have one. It’s a place where I learnt to talk,to walk, to draw with chalk and to understand an analog clock. It doesn’t matter if your home is big or small, what really matters is if you really love it ALL. Home is a place where you can imagine whatever you wanna see and do, and in your own space you can really be YOU. Home is home. A home we should ALL own. This is what home means to me. And what I think a home should be.