Home

Home Twas the night before Saturday, and all through the foster house, Everyone was sleeping, As quiet as a mouse. A little girl rose, And said what she thinks, What a wonderful day, She whisper’s with a wink. In the sun I shall sit, under the trees, What a beautiful day, What a nice calm breeze. I wish I had a house, Said the girl all alone, With parents and siblings, And a room of my own. Yet little did the girl know, She did not need a place, She had a home With plenty of space. Later that evening, Before the sun set, The girl was elected something including A basketball net. She was offered a house, With a kitchen and a couch, With a family of her own, And a necklace in a pouch. The girl jumped with excitement, With a smile so happy, For she had a house, And packed up so snappy. But after a night, in her room big and fun, She realized, She was not happy a ton. No, she was sad, And feeling bleu, She missed her friend’s, And her foster home’s morning dew. She missed her friend’s, and misses Roo She missed the bookshelves, And all the book’s too. The girl had realized, This was not home, No home is a place both cozy and fun, Home is my biome where everything gets done. Home has everything I need to survive, Home has things that make me smile, They make me dance, And laugh for a while. Home is no house with wall’s, No, home is where i love to be, Home is no place, Your heart is the key. Everyone has a home, You may not know yet, But home is no house, Without a basketball net.