The special place called “HOME”
Home is a place where I can make mistakes and memories.
It’s a place that keeps me warm but I guess in my home,
that’s just the norm.
It’s a place that keeps me safe when the wind is howling and banging against my window. My home makes me happy like I just won bingo.
Home is where I feel most loved, not just because my parents are there but because my dogs are like angels that came from above.
Hearing my dad laugh at his own joke,
makes me choke on my egg yolks.
When my mom makes the delicious food that we eat,
makes my home feel complete.
My home is a place where I can sleep,
laying in bed counting sheep.