Recently in class we had a choice between writing a definition, classification or example expository essay. So, I decided to write a poem defining what I believe a home is:
Not everyone has the luxury to call a house a home
Home doesn’t have to be a place with four walls
It could just be somewhere that one feels like they own
Somewhere with memories that fill the halls
Home is somewhere one feels accepted
Where one is surrounded by people who create an oasis
A place where one doesn’t have to expect the unexpected
Joy fills the space on a regular basis
Whether the home is big or small, new or old
That’s not what matters most
Instead, what makes the home gold
Is being surrounded by people who are close
Home isn’t defined by the materials that make it up
But, by the loving people who fill it up
Very true! Home can be so many places or reside with many people! ~ Mrs. Kopp
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