A Poem About Home

My home is where I roam, not just I, but the love, memories and hope. My home is the sound of my dog’s collar jingling. Home is joy, laughter, glee, being proud and comfort. It’s also playing board games with my family and trying not to get mad at my siblings. In my home, it’s warm with love. You cannot have a home without love, joy and happiness. Home will always be my place to stay as there's nothing that can hurt me. In my home I have no fear because it's special and it's the only home I own. Having a home is awesome and it pains me to know not every family has a home, that is why I am grateful for “Habitat for Humanity” for giving affordable houses for the people who can't earn enough money for a home. This is what home means to me in a poem.