What Home Means to Me

Home means a lot to me, It isn't just a bunch of bricks and concrete. The love in my home could reach so high, It could reach the moon in the night sky. Home is like a vast room, full of comfort and affection but never any doom. My home is always at peace, where lust and anger always cease. My father’s wise words lead into a light, where it is full of embrace as it shines bright. Home is like my comfy cozy place, unlike when me and my brother are on the chase. Home is like a nostalgic book, with family memories everywhere I look. Home is where ambitions take flight, full of productivity and growth, ideas ignite. My home is where our music resides, where rhythm and composition always abide. My home is like the fluffy snow, it is always fun, high or low. My home is where I pray, my faith in the divine will never stray. My mothers affection and hard work affects us lots, by removing the stress that ties us into knots. The aroma of my Nanee’s cooking always brings me joy, her food is spectacular as I always enjoy.