Home is having a safe house
Not coming home and finding a mouse
Home is being with my nice mom and dad
Not having an abusive family, that’s bad
Home is waking up in a nice, soft bed
Also waking up and getting fed
Home is being able to have your body warming
Not having to deal with mold forming
Without a home, what would I do?
Oh home, I love you!
A Poem By: Dylan McCaig