Home is Happiness

Where there is love you’ll find a home. Home is where your family roam. Inside my home I look up and see my Mom, Dad, and brother shining down on me. Who could forget all the wonderful pets who bring so much joy to each girl and boy. I think that now you plainly see that home is a place with family. No matter the size, big or small, short or tall, it will be filled with grace. What a wonderful place. In my home I am happy, not snappy. I am so full of joy. I’m a very glad boy. But there are some people who don’t have a home. That is why I wrote this poem.