My Home

My Home By: Disha My home is a place Where there is no disgrace The hard wooden floors Where I do my chores It’s my home Where I roam There are plants everywhere So, there’s no despair My home is a carnival Where you won’t find a single barnacle It is where my family is Alongside many chandeliers Even when my home is old I will still think of it as gold My home is usually loud But I am still proud Even if I am alone The place is not unknown My home feels nice About that I will not think twice