Home by Parker Glova
Home is a special place to be.
A place to sleep, to be protected,
And have a family.
But then you think about all of the children,
Like you and me but don’t have a home so where do they sleep?
These children sleep in the cold,
They sleep in junkyards anywhere they can find
As they fight for their lives throughout the night.
my beloved house, built of sturdy walls holds my family’s love,
And secrets, even some that cannot be told.
And every day we stay within this house it gets stronger
And I am happy to call this house that I live in home
So maybe, just maybe this little poem can get all of those children a place to call home too