the best home

Every day when I feel lucky to come home to a loving. Waiting beyond that door. Walking into the outstanding smell of homemade food. Recipes that have been past on for decades and never forgotten. Like those family members that we’ve lost on the way Every day when I walk through the door, that leads a path into my home. I feel lucky to come but yet never forgotten for eternity. As well I have safety from the walls inside and out and comfort from my parents when I’m feeling down. When I fell asleep the last thing I see is shelter, a roof over my head and strong walls sheltering me from the strong wind. My homes walls keep me warm like my fireplace, resting my head by it heating me after a long day. Walking outside and watching the rabbits hoping around peacefully without any harm. Listening to the soothing song that the birds chirp all day long. The sun shing bright as a sign of a new day. Walking into the wonderful smell of fresh bacon and eggs for breakfast. Having fun with my family right after we ate. Playing with kids in our neighborhood, playing intill night. Having fun outside every day. One thing I’ve learned in these particular years is that some people aren’t as lucky as me, they don’t have a place to stay, no home and some have no family. One day lets just hope that every body in the world can have a peacefully without any disruption