A Poem = A Home

A home in a poem . Roses are red, violets are blue, you can begin to make a home for you. A roof over your head, a place to rest like a bed, Home is like a base where you hang your coat and are always fed. Food made with love, tummies full. Memories that are everything but dull. Home is like a hug where you feel welcomed warmth in your heart. Heart full of happiness. Home is like a conversation, Stories being told, questions being answered. A home, it's like a bird's nest so branchy, brown and warm with family. Home is a place where you can just be… Home Sweet Home. My home in this poem.