My home poem

Home is filled with love and care, Home is where I learned to braid my hair. Home to me is like the sweet smell of a cinnamon candle that warms your heart. Home is filled with memories, ones where I walked, talked, and even met loved elderlies. Home is where I was taught to love and rise above. I feel safe at my very own home, in some ways that can definitely be shown: Like cleaning the dishes and in turn I get kisses! I will always believe home is my favourite place to be with my family.