Meaning of Home

As I enter, The room recenters. I see my mother, Waving ‘hello’. Below my desk, Where my plushies go. Oh, the flow, Makes me grow. My room feels cozy, One part of me. Though not every is the same, I only feel good at mine only. Every bit is unique and clean, The smell is attracting, Luring me there. I see the meals, Just lying there. As I sit on my favourite chair, The scent of delight feels up the air. My favourite place to sit, Would be my sofa. Lurking right at me, My home directly.