Once I had no home, no house
except I had my mom and my friends.
We stayed at other people’s homes.
We said thank you and
we were truly grateful.
But it felt more like a house.
There were so many good and bad memories
During those three months.
We started to look for a place.,
We saw basements and houses
but then we saw an apartment.
I can’t imagine what my mom was feeling during that time.
She was a single parent and had a six year old daughter
On her hands.
I could tell you all about it but I won’t
but maybe one day
We got the apartment.
We have lived here for three years now.
I lost my house.
But I never lost my home.