My Family's Home

The wind blows roughly I cuddle with my Soft and super snuggly Puppy By the crackling fire Into the kitchen, I go The scent f fresh bread Like olibolen, I know Never again will we fight or betray Now that I know my family’s okay Love and kindness fills the air Because our mom has made us fair In the morn, I feel fresh as a daisy I see my grandma who looks younger than eighty This is my home and I’m proud to say That this isn’t just my home But my family always