This is Home

Home is late movie nights with popcorn on the floor, From the smell of cookies bubbling in the oven, And burnt crunchy crust of homemade blizzard pizza, The warm chocolate drips onto the marshmallow. Home is the sound of ice shredding beneath my skates, The snow building up on my skates as I wipe them off, From getting dressed one hour before to 10 minutes. And getting out side on rollerblades, To shooting pucks on boards. Home is a winding trail that never ends, Some get lost, and some fall, But we always get back up again. Home is hiking in Mabou, Long twisty trails. The bagpipes and tap dancing, Fishing under bridges, Home is my Family. Yours in Writing, Kayleigh