A Poem About My Home

My house is my home and my home is my house. It talks to me and I do the same, it holds my family and I hold care this is a poem about my home. This is a poem about my house, I sleep in it, I eat in it, I grow in it and it grows too. The bigger and better I grow I stop and say, without my house I could not stay, without my house I could not lay, without my house I could not sleep. But all I want to say is that without my house I would not be okay!