Home Sweet Home

Homes can be mansions, homes can be a rowboat, but to me my home is where I can hang my coat. Homes could be mansions, houses or tents. Homes can be made of wood, metal and even cement. But to me a home is place that fills you up with love and comfort a hundred percent. Homes can be friendly, Homes can be small. But my home is cozy, large and tall. Wherever I live, whether it’s old or new, this is my base. My absolute favourite place. My beginning and end to each and every day. Home is a place where crying is okay. Home is a place where being lazy is okay. Home is a place where all my worries wash away. My home is the only place that has walls that comfort me, heal me and soothe me. When I get hurt my home is my bandage, a companion That comforts me. My home is a warrior that battles rain, wind, and heat just to keep me safe. It shields me and protects me, Home is where I can proudly say, “Home sweet home.”