When I get home I feel alone then I lock myself in my room and listen to music that goes BOOM! Then I think about the people who don’t have a home it makes me feel sad. Then I think to myself what a wonderful home, with a family to cuddle when I feel sad, a dinner to eat when I’m hungry and a warm comfy room to sleep in when I’m tired. And when I’m home I feel safe and loved. I’m not alone I have a wonderful home with an awesome family and awesome pets. I love my home and that is why I wrote this poem I’m not alone I have a home with a family who love me to the bone.