My Home Poem

Home feels like a welcoming safe place were sports live. Home looks like me on the weekend watching sports matches while mom is tired of watching sports since she just took us to our sports activities. Home tastes like moms special baked egg quiches because mom loves what she cooks and they’re healthy for us. Home smells like me trying to learn the basics of cooking like trying to make Mac n cheese and Ramen noodles. Home sounds like my brother and I fighting over who gets the remote or who’s better at video games, common brotherly fighting. Home is a safe, warm, quiet, loud, hardworking place where you are always welcome.