My Home

A house is where I live, And is also where I sleep. But a home is where my family is, And where I feel I'm safe. A house will always be there, Sitting on my street. But my home will always be here, Deep inside my heart. A house is a building, Built with concrete and bricks. And sometimes I'll need help putting them together. But a home can be anything that reminds me every day that I belong. And for that, All i need is my family, And my heart. I know that not everyone can have a house like mine, But I hope everyone can have a home like mine. Because you might not belong in your community, your house or your town, But everyone always belongs in their home. Not everybody can have a house by choice, But everyone can have a home by choice. Emma G.S