My home

To see my home it is a wonderful place to rest in peace With my soft couch and the fresh air that swings in my face when I smell a dish that is a stew A stew that can talk, it smiles at me, and laughing with the love of food when I am tasting the stew, there are potatoes and beef with carrots I dont get judged when I am at home the one place where I write this poem, it can be a nice and cozy home but it is also place that love becomes cold. I see the only place Where I can chill with my family to see my brother every evening A night where I can hug my little brother and hug him tight. But when I play wrestle my twin brother, my little brother is there, he watches us when we fight when it Is over it becomes night Then we have dinner then it’s alright