Home, The Roof Over My Head

I’m wrapped in the taste, the taste that feels like home the touch wrapped around me and my soul. The smell of family tells me I’m home. The water and fire that made my soul. My pride comes from the fire that is still burning because of home. I think of the love from the temperature when its cold. Home is what keeps me alive and lets me live for another day. The cozy feeling that tells me I’m home. That’s the meaning of home to me.