My Home Poem

A home is not just a house. ‘cause a house will never top off a home. Your house can be big or small, but your home is not like that at all. Your house is special by the size of your door or the shape of your window, but in my HOME is where we make our own home-made SpaghettiOs. My home is where my family loves me and my older- brothers' jokes are always so funny!!! A smell you would smell in my home would be, a type of bread called injera and chicken sauce, which I’m kind of sad it’s the end, but anyway, a home will always be filled with all your family and your closest friends and/or best friends