What Home Means to Me

A poem by: Anusha A house can be built of bricks and sticks, but a home is made of love so big. A house is dark with not so much light, but a home will shine like a sun, so bright. A house is a structure that cannot move, but a home is where you can get in the groove. A house is empty with no one around, but a home is filled with people to surround. A house is just a building dark and lame, but a home is like a hall of fame. A house can be fear or not a safe place, but that's why there's home at a very lovely pace. A house is only a place to live in, but a home can be anything: a city, country or just a bin. A house has walls that are only plane white, but a home has walls that are colorful and bright. A home is a place of joy to spread, have happiness and a place to rest. I hope you liked my poem. Thank you for reading!