"Home" Is More Than Just a Place
"Home" Is More Than Just a Place
Introduction: I would like to believe that home is not a place; it is the people, the family in our lives. We have been given the greatest gift of all, being born into this world. This world that is full of love and family and hope. We are meant to be in this world. There is a 1 in a trillionth chance that you are going to be born and I would like to believe that it is not a mistake. Our homes are not the places; they are the people and the family that love us unconditionally. Unfortunately, some people are not immediately given this chance at love, and do not have people to call home. I wrote this poem about why it is important to help all those who do not have a home yet in this world.
Home. Sparks of insight spring into your mind when you hear the word,
Except, this word has so many meanings,
Some might ignore it, not seeing a happy memory,
Some might light up, knowing that home means safety,
Some might care, knowing that not all people have one,
Whether it be a cozy cottage, a stunning apartment, a wooden condo,
An urban city,
Those are places, not homes.
Home is where the people are,
Where the love is, where the pets play.
Some are dealt a bad card, and do not have a home,
They spend their days without that love,
That you get when you have a family, a home.
They might never have the neighborhoods,
The pools, the gardens, the backyard-campouts.
That's why we, as humans, help.
That's why we can help,
That's what we should help.
We can give someone that home, that love, that joy, that safety,
Because we all have that one gorgeous beating heart,
That connects us all in ways that we cannot even begin to imagine.
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