It Matters

As I write this poem I think about my home. My house is sweet and cozy even if it is a little noisy. I have a room so I can rest so soon. I can have food when I am in the mood. I sleep at night tucked in just as right. I have a bed To rest my head. I play with my favourite toy When I am full of joy. Everyone should have a home like mine then everyone could be fine.