Home means more

Home is not just walls and a door , It's a place you can always come back for . Home is laughter in the air , And knowing someone will always be there . I'm eleven years old with big dreams in my head , But sometimes even I feel the dread. Some days I feel brave , and some days I don't …. And that's all right ! I worry about my grades and what people think , And if I'm good enough … Yet my home has me feeling right no matter how rough ! My home is loud sometimes , and quiet too , But it feels right whatever we do . Home is not just a house with a yard , It's a door on the 21st floor . Home is an apartment window where the city lights shine bright and true , the footsteps overhead remind me that I'm not alone . Home is not the size of the place , or how elaborate or luxurious it is , sometimes home is eating dinner with people who care . Home is and my little sister , playing make believe on the floor , Laughing too loud , arguing over everything and nothing , and making up just before bedtime. My Mom is the sunshine in my mornings , Her laughter spilling like sunlight . My Dad is steady like my nights , holding my world together Mom and Dad - Not perfect , but mine , my first home , always . Its walls that know our stories , A couch that knows our movie nights , and a small but loving kitchen . Home is not just walls and a door - Its love , Its us, It's beautiful .