What Home Means to Me

A home is where I inhabit. I have a dog who is as cute as a rabbit. At home I like reading . My worries receding . A house, a home is not. A house is little more than just a pot. Touching a book makes me excited. Once I read it I am delighted. Pencils, on paper they go. When used, the tip gets low. Once my pencil snaps. My mind naps. When I am reading. It is a call that I am heeding. My time is reeling. Its life is peeling. Home is a feeling. Its meaning is self revealing. No matter how far you roam. You will always return home.