Home Poem

What is home? Home is like a dome! But what is home to me? When I think of home that little dome, this is what I see My room, my family, my looks. My books that are in nooks. I love games. Here are names. Of different variations. Like exploding kittens or telestrations! When I think of home I think of love. It's like a gift, sent from above! Happiness, a feeling that booms. Like a blossom waiting to bloom. Nintendo Switch and PS5. Both are consoles that make me feel alive. Toaster strudels, Shrimp pasta and noodles. Dogs and jogs. Foods and moods. Best friends that I call dudes. Home is a place to be with family. As happy as you can be. That is home to me.