Home Poem

Home is different for everyone. It could be a mansion or an apartment. It doesn’t need to be BIG or small as long as you belong. For me, home could look Messy or clean. It doesn’t matter to me. Home feels safe and like I belong. Home will be LOUD which is okay because sometimes it’s noisy like if a racoon gets in the garbage. Home tastes like mom’s delicious meals and warm hot chocolate. That’s what home means to me. Thank you, Habitat For Humanity for making the world a better place. 😊