Home Is My Love

My home’s aroma is like apple crumble on a sunny day, With a hint of cinnamon, and fresh smushed herbs. Around the room you see cat hairs floating around, Along with the scent of dogs. When everyone gathers for dinner it's like a jungle, With everyone talking over each other, excited to share. As I run upstairs to change, my dog chases me asking for his dinner. When I feed him, He plays with his food. When everyone’s home, smiles fill my heart. At night it's a challenge for everyone to get to bed. Each day making a memory, Some messy, which I don't mind, And some filled with joy. Home is not a structure, Home is the people in it.