MY HOME

My parents cook me some good food, The good food puts me into a good mood. After my parents cook, they leave the kitchen clean, My parents and I eat some greens. Sometimes I can be very mean. Our home is where we will play, We will play there day by day. My home is where happiness shines, My parents are forever mine . My home is very fun, I am my father’s son. In my dreams I feel like I can fly, And I also feel like I can touch the sky. My bed is super soft, For Christmas, I would like a Xbox. My closet is so full, Some of my clothes are made from wool. When I come back home, I see a red and green gnome. Then I go to google chrome, To search up some very cool drones. My home is where love comes by, It sometimes makes people cry. It is also where friendships bond, I will try to go above and beyond. My parents care for me so much, And we sit on the comfy couch.. I have so much friends, But this might be where the rhyming ends. This might be the end of the poem. But I am writing this for Meaning of Home.