The word "Home"

The smell of baking wafting through the rooms The almost always positive mood. The sound of music fills the air, The shouting, complaining, and pulling of hair. The melodious squeaking of the door The satisfaction of finishing a chore The safety that comes with a roof walls and floor The useless stuff that I do adore. The adorable rabbit that in my room resides, The mess that she so happily provides The soft smell of the wood chips that are in her cage The sound of the turning of a book page. The sound of a rooster crowing, The smell of the numerous flowers that are growing The sound of the creek rapidly flowing, The hum of the fan that it makes when it's blowing. See, my home means alot to me, Sure the inhabitants aren't always in harmony, But after all they are family They are what makes home, home to me.