The Senses of My Home

Home to me feels like the warmth of my fireplace on my skin, I see smiles as we play games and my family members win, The smell of my grandmas home made cookies fills the air, We sit down for dinner as I hear the words “Hey that's my chair!”, There is an unfinished puzzle on top of the table, As we sit down on our couch to watch some cable, Warm buttered popcorn sizzles in my mouth, And in the end the place I love most is a home, not a house. That is why my home feels special to me.