My Home

My home is special. It brings my family together. I walk to my door, I feel safe forever. I walk inside, it feels warm and safe. Like a dream with no end, like a heart with a cape. My room. My comfortable bed, the smell of my books. I love it too much, no matter the looks. I’ll have it forever, forever it’s mine. It’s a bright, happy place, like a star with a shine. My kitchen. The smell of the muffins, my mother will bake. And if it's my birth-day, a delicious cake. My plate of a meal, it’s just so good. I wish I could share it, with the whole neighborhood. I’m lucky. I’m lucky I have my home, a bed and a meal. A feeling to feel, love that can heal. But others do not, they don’t have a lot. So I have to help, give what I’ve got.