Home by Ellie Parker
Home is where I come from
Home is the kingdon where I grew up
Home is the place where I can hide from the world
Home is all my memories, good and bad
Home is hwere I can be myself and no one can critizise
Home is my bedroom
The faded paint hiding behind the scribles from years back
The carvings in the wood covered by my bed
The chart on the wall starting low and rising as I grow
Home is the smell of my mums cooking flooding the room every night
Home is my brother and sister fighting over nothing
Home is the distand sound of the TV jumping from channel to channel
Home is the light in the dark
Home is the truth in the lies
Homes is the happiness in sad times
Home is hot in the cold
Home shouts in the silence
Home is real but fake
Home is everything and nothing
Home is life and death
Home is just a house
East Sussex County Council