Why a Heart?

When I heard that we were doing this project I thought of doing a shape poem in a shape of a house. Then I thought why would I do that? When I was little, I thought of a home as my house. But then I moved, I moved again, and then I moved again. But this time it wasn't just to another street, it was to another continent. Now, when someone asks me, 'What is a a home?' I don't say, 'My home is my house.' I say, 'My home is my family, my friends, traditions, a safe place, and of course... LOVE!'