My Home

My home My house isn't my home, My house isn't my grandparents house, either or, it isn't home. I love staying at my grandparents' houses but, it's not my own. My home is different from everybody's, it's my own. It's where I grew up. I'd love to spend all my days here, but in the end, I'll make my own home. When I come home, and walk through the front door, I smile, because I'm home with my family. A house, and a home are both places you can go, but they are not alike. in a house, there's nothing special to you. But inside YOUR home, everything is special. Like they all say, Home sweet Home.