my home

A home is not a pile of bricks and nails It's not just there to protect me when it hails My home is where my family members are It makes me sad when i am far My home is the fun of cooking with my mom Familiar smells make me calm During christmas i watch movies with my dad When he's home i'm never sad At home my brother and i play grava-traxs Then i take his candy and say ‘’sibling tax’’