My Loving Home

My sweet home is with my sweet family. My home is welcoming when times are tough. It lets me stay and when its broken we fix it. When i wanna be alone it lets me be alone. I think no one can live without a home because it’s like missing part of your family because without it i will be sad. My home is like my barrow, my safe place cause life will be scary without one. My house is where i go to be alone or when i do my homework. My house likes it when i bring my friends it gives a shelter. This is the end of my poem but not the end of the caring loving home.