What Home Means to Me

I remember a day It was snowy and cold, We had just moved away, I was only 8 years old. But even though I was young I still missed my home. I still missed the games and the songs that we sung Later that night I uncovered a box, It was filled to the top with all of our clocks Under my collection of rocks, There was a book, I couldn't tell you how old it looked First I put away bowls and cups Then I sat down to open it up. The cover was stained, Probably from when it rained, But even though it was rough, What memories it contained! I remember it now, all from where it begun I remember it now, all of the fun! All of the times my brothers claimed #1, All of the movies and games, Everything that we’ve done! But now it was done, I was in a new town and all I could do was sot there and frown. But now I am older and writing this poem And right now I know that a house is nothing like home.