My Home

My home, my home is full of love. My home I share my home with my family. You can buy a house with money, but you cannot buy a home full of joy with money. My home is not where I come from neither where I was born but it is where I belong. I love my home but the thing that I like the most is who I share it with. You can take my house, but you cannot take away my home. When you leave your home, you leave with your feet not your heart. A house is just walls and furniture, but a home is way more than just walls and furniture it is love. My home is where I can be myself, this is my home poem. And I wish for people that don’t have a home to have an amazing home like mine.