The Meaning of Home

Home is warm it’s where I belong for a time that's lifelong I get to call home my own. At home, the soda can goes “pop” I hear the drop in the glass the animals are full of gas. When I walk into my home the smell of cotton candy candles fills my nose its wonderful scent is as sweet as a rose. Going into my home, I get to taste the most delightful treats when mom is cooking its meats and beets, when nanny’s here it’s lots of sweets. Looking around, green leaves grow huge and small some of them stand up tall while others crawl up the wall. Being in my home feels like a sweet safe snuggly hug, with my family I know I'm loved. My heart is in a vault locked up tight for my family as it guards, no robbers in sight. Home is where I feel alive it’s where I’m encouraged to thrive. Some people don’t have a home to roam so I’m one lucky guy.