Past Homes

The fireplace cackled welcomingly, As I walked into the room, My first day at school had gone spiffingly, And I hadn’t even spent the day watching a mushroom. We moved again, The smell of fresh paint clawed at my nose I looked through the window at Big Ben. I walked out the door my family blew me kiss and let the door close. I still remember our first house It still feels so real, I even remembered the mouse! If we were to go back I don’t know how I would feel, I will remember each home, Even that silly garden gnome.