The Five Senses of Home

Home is where I sleep Home is where I eat Home is where I go Home is where you should go Not everyone has a home But I’m lucky to have one to call it my own I can hear the laughter of my family I can hear the sound of the wind blowing I can smell the home-cooked meals being made I can smell the clean clothes put away I can taste the warm food in my mouth I can taste the soft food being chewed in my mouth I can feel the hugs of my family I can feel a hand brushing my tears away Everyone has to have a home so they can also call it their own