Home

Home is a place where I can always go If I feel kind of sad or alone. My house holds family pets and fabulous friends That I would trust to the end Alas home is not always where you thrive It can be library or school where you truly are alive. But I love my home much more its dogs waiting by the door And puppy toys on the floor. Home is the fireplace with heat on my toes Waiting to see if Santa Claus knows. Home is a itchy Christmas sweater on me Beside my loving family. Home is music to my tiny ears Celebrating memories through the years From when I was born to now Home deserves a standing ovation and a bow. And for those without a place I hope the money helps them have a space.