The Meaning of Home

A house is made of out of bricks, boards and beams, It can be a messy taco with warm meat and spicy cheese. My home is made of people I love, My home fits me like a glove. Family is what I see when I walk into my home, Where I feel like I’m free to roam. When I walk through my door the smell of my father’s delicious meals excites me, Especially when he makes his delicious spaghetti. When I am in my home I feel safe, I feel loved, I feel warm, I feel cozy, When I am stressed I go to my dog Delancey. When I get home I am excited to play with my siblings, My siblings are like my safety wings. I am super grateful that I have a home full of lovely people, my mom is always looking out for me like an eagle. My home is where I can be myself and let go, and where my family will grow. My family is sweet and caring, family means sharing. My home feels like a safety net, my parents make a perfect duet. I love my home with all my heart, my home is where I can calm down and restart. When I see my family I get excited, and delighted. I adore when my parents tuck me in at night so tight, lovingly and gently I feel happy when they do, I can't believe how much my family grew. I love when my parents wake me up in my room, their hands are as soft as a plume. My family 's rooted like a tree, It's where I always want to be.