Home poem

If home were a sight, it would be my family sitting around the couch watching a movie. I feel loved and happy. If home were a feeling it would be me and my family wrapped in a warm, soft blanket. I feel calm and satisfied. If home were a smell , it would be my mom making buttery popcorn in the kitchen. I feel hungry and eager. If home were a taste, it would be the chocolate chip cookies my mom makes. If home were a sound, it would be my dog barking at the neighbours. I feel happy and excited. To me, home means a happiness and a safe place to live.