Home

Home is where stories are shared by family members And is as loud as the highway in New York City And we paint the walls in our rooms And measure our heights on the wall Home is like my safe zone and we hang our paintings on the wall after painting When friends visit we play outside with water guns Until it's late, and my mom calls us Home is like a warm blanket on a chilly day Home to me is very warm and cozy And the summer wind blowing me outside Home is were I am greeted by a big hug by my brothers and parents And delicious food made by m which is delightful and yummy