The Meaning of Home

The meaning of home to me, Is being with my family. The furniture doesn't matter to me, What matters most is making memories. The smell of dinner coming from the oven, and my mom calling me for dinner, Eating prime rib and salad off my plate like I'm a national winner. If someone asks to come over, I'm sorry to say That I'm going to spend more time with my family today. My house is so comfy and cozy, just right, It helps me get a good sleep at night. Reading stories before I go to bed, Then laying down, going to sleep as soon as the pillow touches my head. Waking up in the morning to the smell of bacon, I always have time for memories so I make them.