Home

Home is not just a house made with concrete It's where our love for each other grows Like a tree Its branches in summer Like a roof over my head Keep me shaded from the sun Home is like a fluffy cloud I can rest on and wake up in the morning The sunlight shining in my eyes Through the curtain window like an alarm clock After a long day of hardships Home is always there Waiting for me Like a warm hug Never going to let me go Home is where I can relax in my room While looking at the radiant sunset Like nothing in the world is that serious A place where I can tell my truest feelings A place where I can say anything without the slightest judgement A place where I don’t have to be scared to be myself I don’t have to act like someone I’m not I walk down the hallway I see the memories Hung up on the wall like a gallery Too precious to touch Home is where I can eat my mom’s homemade soup Hear laughter echo throughout the room And smile without trying Home is where I can hear everybody talking over each other And laugh at the same joke a hundred times already Home is where I can snuggle up with family And watch movies While still hearing the popping sound of the buttery popcorn in the background Home is the place I grew up in The neighborhood where I learnt how to ride a bike And make new friends Home is where say my first word and take my first step Where I can hear the faint laughter of me and my sister Running in the hallway Screaming Toys scattered across the floor I look out the window and imagine home The kind that smells familiar and feels safe There's home just there waiting for me Just the way I remember it