Vision of Home

My vision and poem of my home. My home is a small place, but it has enough memories that can fill a mansion. The cracks in the walls are invisible because all the adventures in a frame cover the cracks like bandages. Theres lots of talking, joy and laughter. Never too loud, never too quiet, but just right. When I go to bed it's warm like the sun. My room is my safe place when I feel scared, I go into my room. My home is a safe place for me but sometimes home isn't a home, its family and friends. By Ainsley