Home

Home is a place where I sleep and I eat Where I feel big like I’m seen, As we decorate our tree we drink tea, My home is a place where I feel safe. When my Dad opens the door it sounds c-r-e-a-k, then he says “looking chic”, I pep “well you're looking weak.” Home is a place where we joke and we poke, As we get older, we change who we are, and actually a couple days ago we had another change, with a new nanny named Tita, She keeps home from falling apart That's how my home all links together.