Home

This is my lovely poem, About what is not a house, but a home. A house is a building, with walls and a floor, But oh, a home is so much more. A house has the smell of nothing, it's bare, But a home has the smell of delight in the air. A house tastes like bland white bread, But a home tastes like jam toast, well spread. A house might as well be extra and fancy, But a home is where we do a tacky kitchen dancy. Houses all smell like sugar and flowers, But a home smells like it's ours. It's our place to be thrilled, happy and have fun, until the day is done. A house is boring, just a structure, you see, But a home is where we make memories. It's a place full of bliss, caring and love. The people in it sent from the sky above. Home is such a joyous place, But sometimes there is a trace, Of envy and sad, And sometimes even mad. But all that is normal, you see, These feelings help make home a better place to be. Thank you, Habitat for Humanity.