My Home Sensory Poem
I see my friendly mom, my kind dad, and my two sisters.
I feel safe, comfortable, and loved.
I taste my mom’s delicious, spicy, yummy pasta.
I smell sweet chah in the air that I drink with biscuits.
I hear the T.V when me and my sister watch it from our couch.
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