A place I call Home

A Place I call Home The place I call home is wagging tails between walls, the back door squeaking open and the smell of wood stove in the winter A place to let your emotions run wild and hear your brother yelling “Mom”, all the loving people surrounding you and delicious meals were thankful to eat A place to make funny memories and where stories are told, where laughter and love is shared A place where happy smiles are on every face, a place where you hear the dog jumping up and down for his meals, a place where the oven beeps when dinner is ready A place where sadness is acceptable and family gatherings are held, a place where we are outside a lot I could not imagine living anywhere else home is my happy place