Home Means to Me

Walking up the back porch Yelling I'm home. So quiet for a split second Then I hear my mom reply, How was your day? I reply, amazing. My cat coming up to me. Rubbing his head. Reading a book, Cat curled up on my leg. Making a fire with my dad, Warm and prudent I always am. Thinking how toasty and how lucky I am. Being loved by my family anywhere. Always thinking about all 8 hamsters I've had. Walking down to my room, Getting in bed. Feeling how lucky to have a roof over my head. And that is what my home means to me.