On A Deeper Level

If you asked me what home meant to me, I would say, a building. But if you asked me on a deeper level, I would say… Home is where I stay, Anytime, I feel downplayed. When I’m under the weather, I put on a sweater, And hang in my home, with my family together. Home is a warm cup of Hot cocoa, That I slurp up in one go. My home is like no other, Only that, This is where I can hug my mother. I jump into the halls of my house, Love is stuck in the walls. But silent as a mouse. My house creaks and squeaks, But that doesn’t change, That it's where I can freely be a ‘freak’. Though I’m in a new home, I still have memories, Of the one that I once called my own. So, I must say what home means to me, Is as important, As any friend or family. Thank you Habitats for Humanity, For making, Homes in this state of insanity.