Home, a series of poems

A house without people in it It's not right It is not a home A house is just walls and a roof It's the people in it who make it home A home is where you make memories They can last for Centuries Some may drink beer and rum But at home there's joy and fun Even though it can be treachery Playing running telling Sleeping weeping fraping Your home is apart of you Home is where you make memories no matter what your home is if it's big, if it's small Your home is the best place of all. Even if it's odd When your hurt it's where you trod Even if you don't just have one It is where you get things done Home is a dome that keeps you safe It's in home you need faith