A Loving Home
Walking into my home, I already know that smell.
Taking a whiff makes me well.
Knowing to be warm and loved.
To be grateful for the ones above.
Sometimes I might fail.
But that might lead a new trail.
Every day we might be getting older.
And it might become even colder.
For the people that are a part of me.
Makes me loyal and free.
But no matter what, I still love my home.
Then my lucky day will come.