Wherever I roam, there’s always something that reminds me of home.
Whether it’s a family walking by or a building up high or even someone saying bye with a big ol’ cry.
Whenever I stay in a hotel, it always reminds of how comfortable my bed is.
There is always something that reminds me of home.
I know that some families do not have homes so, I hope that this very small poem will make a change for a family and give them a lovely home.