Home

Old, faded red bricks, sturdy and stable Chipping white paint, needing to be re-done A worn gray sofa, that’s been through years of bouncing That's what home looks like to me A cat's purr quiet but clear The buzz of a fridge, waiting to be opened Talking, laughing, playing, people deep in conversation That's what home sounds like to me A thin layer of cat hair, coating everything A slight tint of dust, gathering in the corners Fresh bread, slightly toasted That's what home smells like to me Fabric worn and faded at the edges Paint, smooth but slowly chipping Bricks; rough, hard, and strong That's what home feels like to me Delicious cookies fresh out of the oven, and still gooey on the inside Tasty fruit, sweet and a bit sour Lots and lots of tea, every flavor, every kind That's what home tastes like to me Warmth, comfort, happyness, calm, fun, good, relaxing That's what home is to me