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