My Home

In my home, I see my mom cooking, Over there my sister on her phone, looking. I see my dad with a broom, So I think it's time to clean my room. As I sit on my bed with my iPad in my hands, I get a message that’s rude To make myself happy I get food. No one can bother me here I don’t need to shed a tear. My room is so cozy It makes me dozy. My house is beside the church, behind the field, and in front of the garage. My family and me is all that I need.