What makes a house a home?


In spring I rember the trees flower blossoms coming in
They were white and smelled of iron
I thought they smelled funny
But now I miss their scent

In summer I remember the sound of our skateboards
Every bump on the ground and our uphill battles
The runners we passed gave us ***** looks
But we laughed because we knew we meant no harm

In fall the house smelled of warm, sweet pumpkins and swirling cinnamon
we would decorate for the spirits and it would lift ours
There were many early mornings and late nights
Video games were in full swing

Winter gave me insight
The snow fell and brought a wise silence
I would trek just to go to the store even though I didn't need anything
I'd meet my friends in fields to play

So, what makes a house a home?
It's our memories
Our smiles
Our love