A Loving Home

Walking into my home, I already know that smell. Taking a whiff makes me well. Knowing to be warm and loved. To be grateful for the ones above. Sometimes I might fail. But that might lead a new trail. Every day we might be getting older. And it might become even colder. For the people that are a part of me. Makes me loyal and free. But no matter what, I still love my home. Then my lucky day will come.