A House vs. A Home

The point of a home, is a place to stay. To sit around, and find some play. A house is full, with white, cold, walls. That are practically screaming, “We don't want you at all !” While a home always feels, welcome and warm. With its nice cozy beds, That put out the storm. A house is only a building, without all the treasuries. It is much more plain, without all the memories. It makes me feel lucky, to think of my home. Since there are too much people, without a friendly dome. So I write this poem, as it seems to be shown, that just writing a few words, could make someone a home.