What Home Means to Me

My warm loving home It’s so quiet and peaceful I feel like I’m in Rome Being in a home is ever so grateful Some are not so lucky They can be really strong They can’t afford a turkey But they still can belong Smelling the aroma It smells like a flower It’s from Arizona It smells a little sour I hear my mom doing the laundry I hear my sister playing with her slime Everyone in my home so friendly Oh someone is opening a bottle of Prime The television that I see Talking about the poor They don’t have a home like me Their job is just to hold the door I feel the hug from where I belong I also feel my furry couch It always feels like a Donkey Kong When I hit my toe on the couch ouch Having a home is so lucky I feel like I am a gnome Some people are just unlucky I love my home