My Home

A home is a place that everyone deserves, where you can be yourself. Home is where we all serve, with memories crowded on the shelf. A home is a connection Not just windows and walls. Home is always the right direction to go when sadness calls. My house is what holds my family and belongings. My home is a relationship with my sister and parents. A place with longings, and where I sometimes see my grandparents. Some people don't have a home due to tragic disasters. That is why I am writing this poem. Whatever the reason for not having a home it gives me a huge sorrow blaster. I am very fortunate to have a home, with toys, stuffies, blankets and lots of other things. Over my head I have a dome, and lots of jewelry like necklaces and rings. A home provides safety and comfort, and warmth from the harsh winter air. Home has enough blankets to make a fort, and most importantly home has lots of care. The Meaning of Home contest is a perfect opportunity to give a home to a person in need. A home is made for a person with protests and that is a very kind deed.