Home

Home Home is a place you feel loved. You can see a pond or doves. I play games with my sister and dad. Mom is baking and no one is mad. I can smell juicy ham, And pineapples that come from a can. We sit at the table to eat, Cozy socks on our feet. Mom reads us a book. It's I-Spy.... we have a look. We brush teeth and go to bed. Home is happiness in my head.