The Home And The Heart

The Home And The Heart By Clara Ocean S. Jackson My home has windows and doors Bricks of dark red With brown hardwood floors. It has my bed A white desk And walls painted red Inside is my mother Cat and gecko Along with my father Not all people have the things I own No games, puzzles, lego… Not even a phone I have a home A safe place Where I can rome With family, Food, treats, And candy I am happy, gald and sometimes A little sappy People on the street Don’t have a home Or a place to eat Their all alone No food, family… No home Everyone needs one But not everyone has A place of full fun. If I was tired, Board, or sad My home is a place where I am glad Home is not a house Not even for a mouse But home, Is where the heart is. Home is a place to live Home, Is where the heart is Home is near the well, Where I make a wish Yes, home is where the heart is At home I play ball with my brother It goes flying past. Wizz! ‘Cause home is where the heart is My home is where my heart is.