❤️ MY HOME ❤️

❤️MY HOME❤️ My home could be big or small what matters is I belong A house is a roof over my head, my home is a place filled with happiness. Fights and quarrels do take place but they always get resolved along the way My home is a place where thoughts flow free and ideas can be seen with glee. As I walk through the door after school I smell the scent of delicious food I hear the sound of laughter coming from across the room. My words, pictures or just with my own voice, home is a place where I am never afraid to make a choice. Sometimes I have a glow in my heart When I find those old memories I long forgot, I look at them like they are works of art They could be items that were special but lost. As I flip through my journal I hear empty pages asking to be filled, And filled pages asking to be seen. I cannot wait to tell my future self how I’ve been My home is like a museum with artifacts of my own Like the gems made by me from the stars to the snow they may not be grand to show but have as much meaning as relics hold. So my home has ups and downs But everything turns around A warm and cozy place to spend With a bliss that will never end.