My Home

Home is not a place you can feel or touch It’s not bricks, siding, or even roofing shingles. Home is where I feel loved and safe, It’s a place I can go to escape from my worries. If home was a sight, it would be my dog’s delight Wagging her tail and barking as she sees the car parking. My little sister’s face as she arrives at this place, I see smiles and laughter around the kitchen table. Warm and wonderful is my home Even when it’s my home away from home My house may be far, but my home is always just around the corner My home and your home may be different But we all have a happy place, wherever it may be.