My Welcoming Home
I stand at a building about 3 stories high.
I enter through a door with a content sigh.
I take off my coat and put away my backpack.
I feel a bit hungry so I make a snack.
The warmth surrounds me and I sit there,
Peacefully eating crackers.
Even though my house is a small apartment,
It is still a place for being with friends and family.
At the end of the day I go to bed, My cares get washed away,
And I smile sleepily.