A true home

A home can be anywhere, like Canada or Africa. A home is everywhere. And when you move away, you need to know everything will be okay, because soon it will feel like your new home. When I moved I felt alone, and when I got there I felt unknown. I missed my home, where I lived near my friends, but that's how it has to end, to make new friends is hard enough but after some time I began to unwind and leave all bad thoughts behind. After a long time, we went back to my first home, where I went headfirst to my friends and I was overjoyed to see them again! And by writing this poem I want to give people a place to remember forever and when they go they can see all the memories and stories that will be forever. Because a true home is not just wood, rocks or bricks no… inside it is made of love, happiness and cheer. A real home everyone deserves. Because everyone needs a loving home to remember forever with family and friends that will never end. Because with a bit of hard work and kindness, it can do more than you think!