Home

Home. Just a simple word. Or is it.... For me home is more than wood and cement Home is a part of me, it's part of My heart. It is not just the house itself that makes it home. It is the people and love inside That makes it home. At home I smell: Fresh baked pumpkin pie, hot boiling chicken soup, My mom's gooey chocolate chip muffins and sweet, delicious hot chocolate Infront of my Face. At home I feel: my soft comfortable bed, my dog's elegant black fur and my cold hard Desk where I write my stories and poems.