Home Poem

A house is not a home, that’s why I wrote this poem. Home is the light in the dark. A home has a family, a house does not. If it’s filled with laughter and joy that could be home, it could be not, but at long if you're happy, I’m happy. A home could smell like anything or not, but my favorite is my mom's cooking. Where you’re safe, that is your home. Home could be a hug in the dark. Home is like a dome from the darkness; it keeps you warm and cozy. Now that is home, no matter wherever I’m at, that is the right home for me.