Home is a Special Zone

A home is a special zone, where memories form and loved ones roam. It gets changed and rearranged, but through it all, love is exchanged. A home is safe, like a chest. A home is like a blue jay’s nest. On sturdy grounds is where it rests. Thankful for the roof looming over my head, hoping it removes all my thoughts of dread. My mind is engaged in happiness instead. Finishing a long school day, hearing unkind words and picking up litter on the way, the only reasonable place to go is a home, where everything’s okay. A home is a place to let your imagination go wild, a home is for an adult or child. A home is for me and you, so I can only hope that I can make a difference in making sure that everyone else has the right to have one too.