HOME POEM

My home means a lot to me, I love my home so much that when I'm at school it calls me, when I come home it welcomes me with open arms. On the weekends I like to sleep until 8:30, in my squishy, soft, marshmallow bed, where the blankets are as cozy as a warm summer day. In my kitchen I cook charming, crunchy, cookies. Ding ding ding, yes they're done. I instantly take them out of the oven and devour them warm with my friendly, fun, family. Overall if I didn't have my home, I'd be so sad my tears would be crying. Thank you Habitat for Humanity for helping those in need.