Home is where the heart is

I felt amazed, When at my new house I gazed, It was small but cozy and amazing, With a great bling. But it wasn’t the home that I’d known. It was similar to my old house, But it didn’t feel like home In my room I felt a bit alone, Because the house didn’t know me, yet. It wasn’t the place where I'd grown I closed my eyes, And a picture filled my mind, A picture of my yellow, cozy, old house. With those creaky stairs and that fluffy chair. In my new fluffy bed, I hugged my little stuffed mouse. I soon dozed off to sleep In this new house, it felt a bit strange, The room was different. I didn’t like this new change When morning came, It still didn’t feel the same. But from the kitchen came a delicious smell The lovely smell gently whispered “home” I saw my family With big, wide smiles. It was the same old tasty breakfast, The same old smiles. Suddenly, I was fine. Even if the distance between me and my old home were miles. Soon, the kitchen was filled with laughter, And I knew that the house I’m in didn't matter. What matters is the people I’m with, A house is something I should never miss, Because what I learned that day is this, HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS!