The Meaning Of Home To Me!

Opening the front door nothing I imagined The couch made out of leather, Curtains as soft as feathers, Tears of joy rushing down my face Can't wait to stay here. Mom tells me that dinner's ready I start rushing down the stairs, Eating my first meal in the dining room I am so grateful that my family And I can eat such great meals Helping Mom wash the dishes so I can get a treat But the real treat is being home with my family. I can't wait to make more beautiful memories with my family!