When I Think Of Home

When I think of home, I think of the love and how it embraces me, a kiss on the forehead and a cuddle from my dog just as I stroll inside. When I think of home, I think of the music from our piano dancing gracefully and echoes bouncing from wall to wall. When I think if home, I think of the banana bread muffins topped with icing as we eat them together and icing lays on our noses. When I think of home, I think of the one lone couch that squeezes my mom and me in a tight warm hug. When I think of home, I think about how it holds the memories that photos can’t prove. When I think of home, I think of love.