This Is What Home Means To Me

My home is not a house where a mouse runs about. Home is like an abode where family members help me carry a heavy load. My home is where I grow and where I get brought up from my lows. Home is where I get taught from right and wrong, Not just a place with a fancy lawn. A home is not just a roof over my head, but to me, a place that can never be stead. This very spot holds my loved ones who I’d always know that I can lean on and trust, My home also holds the cherished memories of those who passed, wishing time has not gone by so fast. It's a special space, it’s a place I call home.