When I Think of Home

When I think of home I feel the fluffiness of my cats and dog. When I think of home I feel the joy of being with my kind family. When I think of home I feel the warmth of the fireplace at night. When I think of home I taste the delicious pasta my amma makes for me. When I think home I taste the roast beef my mom had cooked for dinner. When I think of home I taste the refreshing taste of cold water. When I think of home I see a happy family who thinks of others before themselves. When I think of home I see an over excited dog ready to greet people home. When I think of home I see a comfy sofa perfect for resting on. When I think of home I hear the chatting of my mom & dad welcoming me home. When I think of home I hear the sound of the dog barking at the window When I think of home I hear the sound of the birds chirping outside my window. When I think of home I smell the food cooking in the oven. When I think of home I smell the deodorant in the bathroom. When I think of home I smell the scent of my cats and dog. Home is those you love and those you come back to, home is a happy family.