Home Through My Eyes
When I walk into my home
I see that the windows are mirrors
reflecting the family’s faces
the doors open a different world
a world of comfort where you can
just lay down and relax for days,
The kitchen is the best because
it always smells like fresh cookies
and when you go in it is your
mom backing your favorite treat.
Home is where the memories are made
and where the stories are told
but to me, home is not the house itself
but what happens inside.