What Makes Home, Home?

Life is sometimes a little zappy, But home is the place where I come back happy. Home is a place where memories are, Somewhere that heals every scar. Every room is filled with memories, Also packed with laughter and stories. The amazing smell of my mom’s cooking, As we are gathered at the table, smiling and looking. Home is where I can be myself without being judged. When I’m at home, all my worries are slowly shrugged away. At home, my siblings and I play all day, It’s the place where I feel safe in every way. I just feel like it’s truly my space, A warm and loving place. I know where everything is, that’s why it’s home, Because there, I am never alone. No matter how far I roam, My heart will always lead me back home.