When I Think of Home
When I Think Of Home
When I think of home I feel warmth inside me and I feel safe and happy.
But then I think of the deep down memories
and I remember when I didn’t have a home and I feel mad and sad.
But now I’m grateful and very glad.
When I think of home I think of my soft and fluffy bed
and how thankful I should be to have everything I need.
But again I think about the old memories when I
didn’t get food that I wanted and I didn’t even get to shower once a week.
When I think of home I think of the people I get to see
and love like my grandma and grandpa and my aunt
and cousins that I love also when I look at my old
memories I remember when I didn’t get to see my family that much.