MY HOME

Home is a word you can not describe, home is a word you can not define. My home is a place where my family thrives, my home is a place where I will always strive to work my hardest to spread my love, to reach my goals and look above. Home is a feeling not a place, where I learned to cook and to tie my shoe lace. Home means mistakes, home means forgiveness, home is a place where others listen. Home is one thousand things in one, home is second chances, home is fun. Home is friends, home is family, home is a place where others love me. Home means so much to me, making me feel calm and free. Reading this poem that I have wrote, if I were to sail off on a boat, I could call it home if I had a familiar face because home is the people, not the place.