What home means to me

To me home means family, loving, caring family. My home is warm and cozy with joy and hope in every corner. I consider my home the place where all my memories and marks are. I feel a home is a lot different than a house in many different ways. A home is more important than a house. A house is a mere building and that will never change. A house has walls, a roof and doors. But a home has love, happiness and family. You tell me which is more important. If everyone just had a house the world would be sad. No one would have a home, just a house. I am writing this poem to help people who need a home not just a house. To give something I don’t need, but other people do. To show them I care and that we are going to help them. So that they know we are here for them. I hope this will bring hope to all the people who are struggling out there. And to tell them it’s going to be okay. To tell them you have a Home and to see their eyes light up. For them to be able to say “I have a home”. “And Habitat for Humanity gave it to me when I needed it”. And if I win this contest I can say I gave more than five people or five family’s a home to live in. So that their kids or them can say “my things, my house, my HOME” And that would make me the happiest person ever. All I can say is that I care about those people. And I hope I can help them in any way. This is how I hope to help them.