Home

I wrote this poem, To express to you my home. The smell of a freshly baked cookie, Or the comforter that is on my bed that is so very cozy. I can go on about the looks, The soft light or the utensil hooks. But what I want to address, Is the feeling of the subject. A reassuring voice that tells me everything going to be alright, Even in the darkest times. I think the right thing to do is share it, To some people that do not have it.