When I think of Home

When I think of home, I think that we are so lucky that we have a home Because some people don't have homes When I enter my home,it makes me think that how much my home means to me I see that my siblings are eating on the table happily I hear the noise of the TV turning on and off I smell the nice fresh food that my mom cooks for me I taste the piece of pizza as it comes out of the oven I feel nice and protected wherever I stay I think of the poor people that live on the streets sometimes I think we should go And give them a treat My home feels like not just any home it feels like where you are safe and you have shelter