My home is not the wood. My home is not the brick.
My home’s a loving mother who soothes me when I’m sick.
My home is not the garden, or the place we park the car.
My home’s a gentle father who loves us as we are.
My home is not the windows. My home is not the doors.
My home is my big brother who helps me with the chores.
My home is not the chimney or the smoke that billows there.
My home is all my family as we bow our heads in prayer.
My home is more than just a house with walls and roof above.
My home is where my family lives in peace, in joy, in love.

[illustration] Illustrated by Brad Teare