Home

When I think of home I think of: The family that always is waiting for me to get home, And the smell in the kitchen of the food that is just waiting for me to eat, And the comfortable bed and warm blanket I wake up in every day, And the breakfast that my loving mom makes for me, And my dad who takes me to school in the morning, And my mom who takes me home from school They say home is where the heart is, I know that is true.