Home Sweet Home

Who am I? 

I am from the the gust of wind fluttering through the lace curtains, 

The sun shining in radiating on the ground as the cats sun themselves, 

I am from the smell of freshly baked cookies wafting up the stairwell, 

The warmth of homemade berry pies with berry's fresh from the garden. 

I am from the squish of mud through your toes on summer day, 

The splash of puddles after a rainy day.  

I am from the dandelions blowing in the breeze, 

The leaves turning backwards before a storm.  

I am from my home sweet home.