My Home

A home is a place where you can actually call home Not made of bricks Not a house A home Like the smell of hot chocolate on cold winter day Or the sound of laughter from my brother Or the feeling of food left on the table Or the ceiling so high in the house Maybe even the sound of hockey sticks clashing together With tradition and savoury moments You can go outside and play some soccer A house is not a home that's why every deserves a home