Home Is Me

HOME IS ME Where I belong, By my little sisters because I can protect them if anything goes wrong, And I hear a fan and birds chirping, I see eggshell walls and bustling halls. I feel memories coming back and I embrace them then I feel joyful or sad when I’m there. Each room tells a story from dishware in the kitchen to paintings plastered on the wall, To the food we share, to the memories we hold, we love each other no matter what. That's a true home. I wouldn't be me without my home and everyone and everything it holds. Home is me!