If Home Was a Place

I look out my window to see falling snow from the sky on the tree and now it’s white. If home was a smell I would smell fresh made poutine from the oven there would be melting cheese with good taste. If home was a sound I would hear my cuddly cat Scratching at the door waiting to come in. If I could feel home I would feel my fluffy soft pillow that my head sinks into. If home was a taste I would taste brand new bag of popcorn with no seeds in them. I love home because it's a roof over our head. And a bed to sleep in. But it is sad that some don’t have.