The Place I Call Home

Home is the warm touch of my parents’ embrace. Home is my room, a wonderful space. Home is my sister, with her hands in mine. Home is a friend, who makes me feel quite fine. Home is the smell of delicious food, Inside the kitchen, being brewed. Home is a place where I feel happy. Home is a place with no worries. Home is a place where we stay positive, A place to love, and laugh, and live. Home to me is my relatives sharing love, The joy I feel, there is just so much of. I feel happy as I write this poem, Thinking about my wonderful home.