Home

Home to me smells like something fresh out of the oven or fresh of the stove Something that tastes as good as it smells Trying out new recipes and trying to make our own. All the measuring cups full of flour, salt, and sugar that I dip my finger into and lick it Home to me tastes like scheduled breakfasts and makeshift lunches Hard and crunchy cookies that taste so good but are so hard on the teeth The sliced cheddar cheese that almost disappears into the bread when I microwave it Home to me feels like a battered bear that I have had for my whole nine years of life The nice smooth polished wood under my feet The soft duvet that lures me to sleep Home to me looks old, but new With small water marks and frost on the windows Like many walls with only one coat of paint Carpet that my feet sink into and the amazing rooms that were designed before I was born Home to me sounds so peaceful when my dad and brother are at a hockey game Sounds like a radio alarm clocks that play the radio in the morning to wake me up but wake up the whole family Home is my happy place that lets me be me, Where I have my happy and sad memories That is why I hope that everyone can get a home Big or small Wide or thin That makes them feel happy.