My Home

When I moved last year Nothing felt the same Though my room was bigger I did not like it It was like getting stranded in the middle of a jungle With no food no water Only scary animals that will eat you I moved in November So I am still getting used to it When I was at my old house I felt safe And comfortable When we moved I was not ready I felt scared What if I will never get used to my new home I sit down as I think I think about my home I think of what it means to me To me home means… I am not alone I am comfortable I feel safe and loved Home is… A smile It’s like a pillow So soft I can hop right on And I feel I can do anything I feel unstoppable I stand up I look around I think… What if I forget old my home I had so many memories there Now I am here And I am scared But what if I don’t have to be I think to myself When I look around again I feel happy Of course I still love my old home But my new home is nice too And maybe one day This might happen to you