What Home Means to Me

Home isn’t just a house It’s a shelter where we lounge It’s where a family will invite you With company and joy too Home is where I feel comfortable expressing myself It is where I feel the most loved by those, I call family. They protect me and give me hugs I see my home as the perfect beach to relax and have fun There my sister plays and the mood is happy for all My home is the place family and friends gather I hear them laughing with lots of chatter A home is a place where I smell mom’s food Cooking on the stove, it smells so good Home is the smell of fresh clean laundry Loaded and unloaded by my family Home tastes like the best made breakfast, dinner and lunch Warm, delicious, and awesome to munch But sadly not everyone gets to experience this feeling And some people are having trouble dealing With buying enough food for their family to survive While trying to also call a home “Mine” It’s sad to see these people strain So I’m writing this to let them gain The feeling that I have today And I know I’m lucky to come home and always be welcomed with open arms Back at my home, where I’m treated like a charm I can only hope the families on the streets can afford to pay Habitat for Humanity Everyone deserves a home And that is why I choose to write this poem.