My Loving Home

Where I live is what I call home. With a loving family and a working stove. With a full closet, lots of clothes, I will always know, it's my loving home. My home is where my pets roam. My home is where my memories have grown. The memories I know that will never end, Is playing or talking to my friends. Although some homes have lots of pain, There are so many happy thoughts in my home, so many I can't explain. Christmas traditions, birthday wishes; Super Bowl Sundays, ice cream sundaes. This is why I love my home, I'm glad that I have a loving family, who cares enough just to love me. I pray to God the God above That everyone has a home to love. So whenever I’m feeling sad or alone, I know where to turn…My Loving Home.