Noise is all I hear

Screaming, running, crying

Lots of people, lots of noise

Punishment for a large family

But despite what my ears hear

The message from my eyes is completely different

Playing, laughing, enjoyng

Time well spent, memories well made

How could I forget a screaming brother

When they're screams of laughter

How could I forget a running

When she's running while playing tag

And how could I forget a crying mother

When they're tears of love and hope

No longer is home considered punishment

It is my reward

Home is where time is well spent

Home is where memories are well made