Home

Home is like a tree, Where the roots spread free. The leaves are like family, The people who care for me. Roots are grandparents who are old, But, still stand because they are bold. Home is where I feel like I matter, Not like flat and rolled batter. People at home are kind, Which can be hard to find. They are nice and happy, Not like the weird character Slappy. They are people who are definitely trustworthy, Like a good friend who is sturdy. People at home are kind and good, Even the people in our neighborhood. Home is a good place to be, This is what home means to me.