Home

When I think of home I hear laughter and joy, Two girls and six of us boys. On Christmas day we all play with our toys. When I think of home I think of a safe place, And a good little space For my family and I. When I think of home I taste, Warm cookies in a tupperware case. When I think of home it feels like a warm winter blanket, Or the warmth of a hot cup of coco when I drank it. Home feels like tears and joy but most of it I can really enjoy. When I think of home I see a good and loving family Where we all live nice and happily, HOME IS LOVE.