“Home”
A house is made of walls and beams
but a home is made with love and dreams
what is life and its meaning?
why am I always dreaming?
In this home that I was shoved.
is this why I am loved?
this home is good,
this home is bad,
this is why i am glad.
I enjoyed reading your poem. It made me think of a house with happy people and people dreaming. I’m pretty sure you used imagery. 😉 😉