What home means to me

When I think of home, I think of my brother Ethan, Crazy, silly, and always annoying. His laughter fills the air, playful and bright, A whirlwind of fun that never feels quite right. When I think of home, I think of my friends, Chloe, Gabe, Kaidence, and Dahlia — bonds that will never end. Together we laugh, we dream, and we play, In each other's company, we light up the day. When I think of home, I think of the Clay Slides near my house and playing on them as the sun hides. In winter, the Ice Wall glistens and towers, A playground of joy, where time never sours. When I think of home, I think of Grandma's yard, Where hide and seek games aren't ever too hard. Cousins all laughing, running with glee, In the heart of the place where I feel truly free. When I think of home, I think of family time, Movies and stories, all intertwined. Mom, Dad, Lily, Ethan, and Mya, too, Sharing our days, our lives, and our view. When I think of home, I think of long walks with Lily, Talking 'bout school years, memories so silly. Sisters together, in laughter and stride, Walking through life with her by my side. When I think of home, I think of the ski hill, The snowflakes falling, the rush, the thrill. All winter long, we carve our own path, In the cold, we find warmth, we forget all the math. When I think of home, I think of karaoke nights, At Searchmont Resort, where the laughter ignites. Singing our hearts out, no cares to hold back, In moments like these, nothing we lack. When I think of home, I think of the farm, With animals, fields, and a peaceful charm. The earth beneath, the animals so near, A place of solace, where everything’s clear. When I think of home, I think of lasagna on my plate, The smell, the warmth, the perfect state. Comfort in every bite, a taste so divine, In the heart of home, where everything aligns. Home is more than a place, it's a feeling, a grace, A collection of moments, a familiar embrace