My Home

Home is a place where new blossoms grow. Home is a place that you and I know. My house is like a mansion, full of fun. It has something for everyone. My friends are not my home, they always leave. But I have a story and destiny to believe. Outside, the gardens are filled with beautiful things, And the butterflies make me want to grow wings. Running out, leaping, laughing, playing. I am in my house, and that is where I’m staying. A family of six is not exactly level one, But then again, we have lots of fun. I love my house, ‘cause it’s my home, A place where my siblings roam. Swing on the gymnastics bar, jump onto the mat, In my sister's room, I will do a “skin the cat!” Playing with Penguins and Dino Track, In the four year old’s room, there’s Duplo he likes to stack. In my brother’s room you can play with drones, and robo cars, Compared to my other siblings' rooms, it's like going to Mars. Barbies and makeup salons cover my room, They allow my imagination to bloom. My parents say: no snooping! Meanwhile we are rallying and grouping. My memories have been here, Year after year. I love my home.