My Home

My home isn’t all alone. My home has my family with me, And together we will always be. Home is where manners are taught, And our rooms is usually where things are lost. Food, blankets and tables, In my home we are able, To have the things we dream of, Right beside the ones we love. When the days fly by, There we are my family and I. We sometimes have imaginations of our own, I had one where I was alone. But that will never happen, I know. Because home is a place of love and a place of trust. I can trust my family, especially when it’s just us.