My home

My home. Where the lovely arome, Where my mother is cooking, And I am looking. My home, A place where I look forward to coming, Where I walk there, cheery and humming. I spent many years in it, Nurturing the fact, That, I at least have a roof over my head. My house is my home, From Australia to Rome, Nothing can separate me from my home. We belong to a home. Every one of us. (Even a gnome!)