Home Memories

What is it like being a home you may ask? Being a home is like a good friend or a memory box that holds memories Sun rays going through the tiny window built into you. The screaming and echoes from the little ones. Bright lights are on at all times. Snow goes on my roof every nine months. There's an electrical flow through the walls I have. I hear the secrets of old and little ones. I am the one structure everyone desires. The best part is seeing everyone grow up over time. But the worst part is when they move out and all those memories fade away A fun part is getting to know the new people that move in. Sometimes it hurts from the scratching on the walls and jumping on the floors. A home is what everyone needs. I have different coloured walls from different people. I wonder why. The thing that's best about being a home is that you provide people with joy and protection. No one including me wants to see people begging for food and money everyday not knowing how their future is going to be. So I wrote this poem for them. Helping one person could help the world, shelter is what everyone needs. Homeless people have to deal with the cold, bugs, getting food and money, shelter and protection and if they have kids their future children should not suffer not having a home and I believe everyone including children need a home so I wrote this poem for the people and children that suffer.