If Home Was a Feeling

If home was a feeling it would be the feeling of the love passing through me when I hug my mom. The love keeps passing like the air. If home was a feeling it would be the happiness filling me when I spend time with my siblings. The happiness fills me like its never ending. If home was a feeling it would be the excitement that boosts me up when I bake fresh treats with my family. The excitement makes me feel like a volcano about to explode with happiness. Home is a feeling I never want to loose.