My Home

My house glows like the morning’s sunrise, it shines yellow and orange. It smells like the smoke from the fire in the morning. It feels like love from a big heart. I can see family every day like it never will go away. It tastes like my mom's good baking of her cookie’s sweet as sugar. If home were a noise it would be the crackle of the fire burning brightly. If home were a sight it would be like mustard spread on bread for a sandwich. It would be an old yellow house with a chimney puffing smoke.