Home

Home isn’t just the walls or the wood, Or the roof that keeps us dry and good. It’s not the bricks or the rug on the floor, Or even the lock on the front door. It’s the smell of dinner and people laughing, It’s my messy room and my dog barking. It’s where I can be weird and not have to hide, It's the place I feel the most safe inside. Even when I’m far away or I’m feeling small, Home is the feeling of being loved most of all.