A place called home

There is a place I like to call home Were the food is tasty and sweet, Where no one is thirsty or hungry and where the rooms are cozy and neat. The love that flows in the air Is filled with laughter and surprise, And where the water is blue like the sky Were the fire is burning brightly The table is shiny and modern, the couch is soft but old, Memories stain the walls And the carpets are new and rolled. The aroma of protection floats around the room as your family comes through the door. Family makes life interesting, and let your mind explore. Hot showers are a blessing as the water hits your back, Relax and take a deep breath Make sure to pierce through the dark. Home is cozy, family and food with a side of love, remember what it means And pray to god above.