Home Sweet Home

My home isn’t just a place where I live It is full of joyful memories that I cherish every day The place where I fought with my siblings, Where I helped my mom bake a cake, Where I had movie nights with family, Where I had sleepovers with friends Home is a place that I am familiar with The broken fan no one bothered to touch, The unwanted toys sitting in the basement, The stains and peeled paint on the walls Yet that's what makes a home Not the bricks, glass or stones But the memories you make with those you love