My home is my place,

where I fall asleep.

My bed keeps me warm…

when I’m feeling numb,

when I’m sleeping.

There’s no place like home.

A bright smile awakens from my frowning face.

When the people in my home bring me joy,

Every day is a new day in my lovely home,

Roses are read violets are blue a new poem is coming to you.

There’s no place like home.

– Akeelah Daley

Akeelah Daley