A home for me....

When I look inside my house, I find; chairs, tables, and toys that are well-designed. But even when things are plenty; It somehow still feels empty. I look around again, I see my mom and dad, Then I remember all the fun times we had. I remember us playing games together, And how we wanted it to last forever. We cooked and baked in the kitchen, It kind of became a weekend tradition. I remember us working as a team, whether it’s laundry or cleaning, I start to realize a home’s true meaning. Our house, somehow does not feel empty Because joy, happiness, and fun are plenty. Our days and nights seem to be well-designed This is the true meaning of home I find.