House isn't Home

A house can be pretty or covered in trees But my home is the part that lives with me A house is the outside, the material, the skin But the real piece of heart lies within The neighborhood all has different homes But the houses are same like our bones We all have homes to make memories With all of our friends and our family trees In my house I took my first steps In my home is where the memory is kept A home is a place where you belong Where you can play a game or sing a song Sometimes I have very long days But I come home and it's okay My home gives me warmth and I get cozy Them I get on the couch and watch a movie Whenever I am outside getting all mucky I think to myself some people aren't this lucky Some people do not have homes But you can help them by writing a poem