My home, my hope

My home restores my hope and confidence when I’m stranded in the dark. And home is better than everything else, even than the big parks. My home makes me happy and is where I make memorable moments. It is not the place to make enemies or make worthy opponents. My home is different for it is a place for me to be remembered. For home is the place to be with all my loving members. My home is special because it is where I receive all my human rights. It is even brighter than the big Christmas lights. Home gives me my freedom because I get to do what I want. And is a place where the spooky ghosts can’t ever haunt. Home is a place where I can be my unique self. Also where I can slowly read the books from my bookshelf. This poem is to help the people in need. It never hurts to do a good deed.