Habitat for Humanity Poem

Home is a place that brings you joy. To the others who want to play games. When it's Christmas the angel glows at us. I t is a heartwarming to our lives. When we have a family gathering me and my mom must take the best spots. Our piano has been touched with every single fingertip. My room is where me and my brother had sleepovers, and my parents tucking me in. Downstairs me and my brother have our little hands and feet. That reminds us that we've been taken care of. Me and my brother are stepping every single tippy toe on our measuring wall. Thanks for Habitat for Humanity for building homes for people.