What Home Means to Me

Home is not just a place of laughter and joy It's a place of comfort and effort with ahoy. It's not one to take advantage of, it's one to take care of. It's a place full of memories from the first step to the last, The memories are framed like little stories on walls, tables and many more…. Laughter and joy fill the air but Arguments and fights are made with despair. Home is like a light house; it guides you through tough times and good times With just one spark of light. It's crazy enough to imagine how life can be without a home, sad cold and some don't even know. Being grateful is more than having a home, it's acknowledging how home cares for you. Home is not just a house, it's the one that holds the empty in your heart. Your home can be made up of a lot of things. Sometimes it could be like a jungle with animals. Toys scattered around, siblings running around and sometimes quiet with no noise around. Holidays come here and there but the love it carries falls everywhere… And that's what home means to me.