Home to Me

Home to me is like a checkers board with family members on each square playing a nice game of mousetrap. Just don`t mind if this poem may sound like a rap. We sit on our comfy couch counting the stars in the night sky. Those stars have love but never a lie. Home to me is like a photo album with photos of family members on each page. With family members of different ages. Home to me is like a card deck with merry memories on each and every card. My memories are nothing like a junkyard.