My Letter To Home

Home...smells like roseblossoming Like a lavender comforting smell Warm and refreshing Home like your brain Covered in beautiful memories and pictures Where you can jump on the bed And fighting with your siblings Home...where you can smell the food cooking And chilling on the couch Watching the tv with siblings Laughing and arguing Home a place of joy and noise A home is not always permanent You can move from time to time And that's just how life is its fair, Unfair at the same time Home.... where you can learn, grow whether Height, age or personality Your home might be rustled or withered But that how the imperfect are perfect Where there's a new beginning Theres a new end And that’s what a home means to me