Home poem

This is what home means to me. Whenever I enter the doors of my home I remember the days I've made on my own. I walk and trout the halls you see and remember what everything means to me. It's sweet, it's warm and cozy you see but that's not all the things about what it means to me. I like to run and play and jump with joy and sometimes play with my toys. It’s not just about the house you see It’s about what everything means to me. It’s about family, friends and so much more I could never want anything else in this world. It’s my own place to be whenever something happens to me. It may be good or bad but I don't have moments that are all sad. There are happy and exciting moments too but I'm beginning to sound like Doctor Suess. So I'm going to end my poem here. Remember a house is one thing but a home is another.