Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home I feel safe when I’m in it. I feel like it loves me just like your parents would. Where could this place be? Cozy, loving, beautiful. Home. Home sweet home. When I think of it, I think of... The basement where all my favourite books lie, The kitchen where scrumptious smells always come from, The living room where we’re cheering for our favourite tennis players, But most of all, My room, In there, my stuffy Teddy sits waiting for me to come home And hug him, Even when it was a dreadful day. Everyone’s home looks different but they all do the same thing. They shelter you. You may only think of that when you think of home as an object, But when you think of it as a living thing many more meanings will come rushing to your head. Like coziness, just to name one out of billions. You only need to remember your home can be anything. Your home will always be unique. This is your home. Your Home Sweet Home.