What Home Means To Me

SLAM! The door slams shut! After school, I kick off my boots. If home were a sight it would be my dogs, Merle and Dexter begging me to rub their bellies and give them treats. If home were a smell it would be barn and horse manure. Mom saying “snacks are ready!” If home were a taste it would be apples and peanut butter. Yum! If home were a feeling it would be the cold floor on my bare feet. If home were an emotion it would be happy and safe.