The Meaning of Home

Home is a colorful sight, filled with furniture and love. The walls are adorned with pictures of bright, familiar faces in frames on walls. Smiles frozen in happy moments, big and small. Feeling the softness of my favorite chair, cushions hugging me. Cozy blankets, like a warm embrace. Home is a comforting tactile space. Listening to the laughter, a joyful sound. Echoes of happiness around you, making you feel comfortable. Footsteps stomping all around the floor, home is a joyful melody you can’t ignore. In the kitchen is a delicious array, a symphony of flavors, hooray! From cookies baked with love so sweet, to dinners that make your taste buds meet. The food is so good you’re beginning to melt. Where talks and communication are met. Closing my eyes, taking a deep breath, in the air, the scent of life, not a myth. The cookies are baking, a savory stew. Home is a fragrance that sticks like glue. Home is where the senses dance, a place of love, where you have a chance. A place where you can run around without any clothes on, nothing to think about your appearance. A place to see, touch, hear, taste, and smell. The magic home, where hilarious, magical stories dwell.