Meaning of Home

My mom’s house is full of supporting love and care, all the things I need the most, I know it's really there. Fun games make me feel happiness and joy, also noisy air vents that can start to annoy. When I wake up to do my morning routine, after I eat breakfast I go and start to read. peace and quiet fill the room while I'm writing, until my brother comes in to start lego fighting. Small house, big personality, all our dreams are stronger than reality. As joy starts to fill the air, we think it’s more fun funner than the fair. We sit back, relax, play video games, all our are personalities aren't really the same. When I go outside to play with friends, sometimes I trip and think it's the end. As my mom listens to music I feel it makes me glow, funny moments happen in snow. As we have joy and much fun, we look out the window and down goes the sun. As we go to bed I dream as I fight, a nice comfy feeling as it turns into night. Golden slumber as I sleep, all we do is think not a single peep. Spirits don’t talk about our personal fears, We're far away where no one will hear. No one will sit there, no one will roam, this is the end of my finished poem.