This is a poem of what “home” means to me

A home is a meaningful place, but wouldn’t it be better To listen to your mother, or make a letter for the better? Well, a home is not only a place with lots of grace and space, A home is safe like some lock buckled around my waist, A home is the feeling of freedom; Without the feeling of committing treason A home that is my sanctuary; As the month was January A home that looks lonely all day; As it waits for people to play A home is not the sound of fighting with everyone dying. A home is the sounds of fun and laughter when our mom is the master, A home is a space where everyone is welcome A home is the sound of excitement; when you fulfill an achievement. A home is the look of collaboration, As everyone full of participation, A home is a place where love and happiness prevails madness, Home is my haven; As it looks like a raven A home looking so bright; Like the stars in the night A home that protects all day; As everyone got their way A home that smells like food; As I enter the house in a bad mood. A home so clean, it smells like soap; As everyone was full of hope. A home should be a gift that everyone needs; And we should let it proceed.