What Home Means to Me
Waking up in bed hearing voices behind my head.
As I walk to the bacon I’m glad to be awake.
I munch away saying good morning and thanks.
I grab my backpack and wonder if others dont feel the same.
After a long day at school coming home is the yay of the day.
After a long day of frustration I go on the couch with no hesitation.
My mom saying it’s dinner my dad walking in with burgers.
I walk into my room while my head goes ka boom.
I fall on to bed and the day restarts again,
And even though the day is rough my family is there to cheer me up.
That is what home means to me!