When I Think of Home

When I think of home, I think that I am safe and loved, warm, happy, and joyful My home is like a thick blanket that covers my family When I enter my home, I see my beloved family and light blue walls and my bedroom My home is like the endless sky where eagles soar When I enter my home, I smell lavender perfume and delicious food cooking My home is all the marinating spices of my mom’s love When I enter my home, I hear people chatting, walking, jumping, and running, the TV roaring, and the water boiling My home is like a base that blocks all the howling wind I remember all the great times I have had here. When I remember all those people who don't have a home it makes me want to help. All those people are so very cold outside. I lay down in bed looking straight up. I think that I am so lucky to have a home. I wish that everybody could be so lucky. Everyday I try my best to pray for all the people that don’t have homes. And every second I try to be grateful that I have one.