Home

My home is not the biggest, Yet not the smallest One thing I think of, Are those people on the streets. Your home, no matter where, Is powerful and friendly, And my home is full of cherished memories That I hold onto deeply. Everyone is worthy of a home, no matter their name or race, Because everyone deserves a very special place. On the coldest nights I think of the people out there shivering. I think of how I help, and how this poem is giving. It’s crazy to think that writing can change someone’s life. So, I honour the special homes that have memories in their bones.