~A Home~
A home isn't a roof over your head
Or a mansion that shines white
A home is a place you treasure most
And stay through out the night
One day you will understand
That everyone isn't always fun
There are many people out there
And with a home, they might have none.
Be grateful for the home you have
With cookies on the table
Laughing siblings all smiling bright
But home isn't always a fable
But even the "homeless" though I prefer "houseless"
Have homes they hold so dear.
For if you find a group in one of those shelters
And ask where their home is, they will say, "Right here."
Not many think of homes like this
However, I thought hard.
A home is mistaken for a house many times.
But really, its where your friends and family never fall apart.
