What Home is to Me

Home to me feels like warm air on a cold winter night It smells like supper It sounds like kids playing. It tastes like rice, chicken and peas for supper. It feels like the cold, strong floor beneath my toes. It looks like a big mess of toys with my little brother right in the middle and my little sister on the side with my dad shoveling the driveway, Home is where me and my family make memories together.