Home Poem

Home feels like… muffins, and cupcakes with sugary powder sweet and sugary are better than sour. It feels like fresh air, and the breeze of the wind. It smells like spaghetti and tomato sauce that's made fresh and ready to eat. Pots and pans ready to cook. Colorful leaves that are red, orange, yellow and green fall down onto the grown in my backyard that's full of colorful maple trees, CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. I hear my sister playing and laughing and the laundry machine spinning and twirling, TWIRL SPIN TWIRL.