My Home

If you come to my house you will see my family playing Jenga I smell the wood as the blocks hit the floor The laughter roars and excitement gets big I feel so good to see the family play I see smiles on my siblings faces I hear jokes and comments that are all so good I know this is going to be a good night Everyone likes the game, but they get angry They don't like it when they make the tower fall Everyone laughs even if they are sad We try to keep the game going When I make the tower fall, I feel sad My mom enwraps me in a big hug I feel warm and I have a big grin on my face And talk to my sister who’s going to win My dad and my brother are the only ones left They battle and battle; my mind keeps changing thoughts - “Who would win?” The tower was unstable and about to fall Then my dad pulled a piece that secured the win My brother didn’t know what to do and he pulled a piece The tower came crashing down and my dad had won We hugged him so hard and he hugged us back My home isn’t just a place where I live But it is the place that I feel loved and I have fun with everyone.