Home is Where the Heart is

Home is where the heart is, the familiar foundation that builds us and shapes us into who we are. The swirl of treasured memories floating around to the ground like snowflakes surrounding us in snowstorms. Warm fingers are wrapped up cozily around my shoulders. With them around it feels like I can move mountains To lick the icing sugar off the counter while my mom is baking a cake with the sweet aroma wafting around, she makes me feel so very proud. Stacks of books.each of them has a story and my home is a big part of my story when i'm reading my imagination takes me away im not in my home anymore i'm in the pages My dad’s airplane models surrounding our basement storage room, I will never forget all he has done for me and our family, he has guided me through life's ups and downs and he has taught me to never back down. Where we are surrounded by love, not by the walls it is the holding of hands that have taught me to be strong. Like a pack of bears all hibernating together, we are all close and we will protect each other. The whirlwind of love knocks all who enter off their feet the goals we make together will never accept defeat. Happiness is in the air, the jokes we make, the love we all share. And we all cherish the memories we made this great year. A mixed dragon of emotions flying around. We understand each other even when we are tall, short and loud. These walls protect me and I feel safe. But even walls can come crashing down so it isn't the house that protects me, it is all of the friendly faces.