My Home

Home, it's not just a roof and four walls. But it's a place where you make memories And those memories are within those walls. Like the time that we started a family band, Or when mom's friend Tess came over to make cookies and it was a mess. Oh, or when my brother ran in to the wall it was like a crash but in his defence he was running like the Flash But some memories aren't so good like my sister's creepy dolls or the scary side at the property land. But doesn't matter if the memories are good or bad but it matters that we made it all together.