My Home

To me home is not a place Home is where I am free to do anything It is where I am not embarrassed to do anything When I see home I see my family, The things I love the most, and my friends I don’t see a building when I see home I hear the sounds of dinner cooking When I come back from school I hear the laundry machine turning Washing my family’s clothes Home is like a pet on a leash If I want it to home will follow me But it is easy to let home go My home is always peaceful Whether its packing for a trip Or playing a board game Home smells like my dad grilling veggies Or cooking rice The smell of home is a blanket Because it keeps you warm And very cozy On the weekend my home smells like My mom making cookies or other treats My home tastes like My dad’s cooking of A mix of cultures My mom likes mediterranean cooking My dad liked anything My sister likes japanese food I like american food Home is in my heart And it always will be.