Home Sweet Home

A home is where I can be who I want to be, no one tells me who to be I can be myself, I am as free as a buzzing bee A home is a roof over my head protecting me from the snow and rain I like to go outside, but I like to stay inside again and again A home is a family dinner around the table Talking about politics and fables I am grateful for my home, even though it is mild I hope this poem will build a home for a child