Your Home

By Alyssa Van A home isn’t always a place But, it will always, always leave a trace Surviving in your heart, even during a flu It will provide shelter when you’re feeling blue A home is like a haven, where you share Where family can laugh and instruments can blare Where cinnamon scents, waft in the air The home will always care I love my home, with all of my heart It gives me hope, when i’m not feeling smart But I look outside, and see unlucky people and children I want to help, so I ask my fellow schoolchildren They tell me, it's never too late to volunteer Or donate some items, the meaning is crystal clear Doing these actions, helps the Mustard Seed Giving help, to people in need My home, doesn’t look very spacious On the inside though, it’s pretty capacious Packed with toothbrushes, soap, lotions more toothpaste, creams and items galore If you have a home, that looks like mine Donate some of the items, don’t be shy Remember, these go to a good cause So before you judge, remember to pause