Home

Home is not a building, It is a place of love. Its where we make memories, and have a lot of fun. Banana bread is home to me, It's special and it's yummy. If i eat it i feel happy, While memories fill up my head. I remember when i helped make it, The kitchen was a mess. The time i burnt ny tongue, While trying to eat it hot. I always watch the oven baking, While the bread rises high. The smell of baked bananas, Fills up the entire house. The soft and airy bread, Feels just like a cloud. This is what home is to me, The yummy and soft banana bread.