HOME OF ME

HOME OF ME.

Not perfect,my house.
not nearly alright
but we get by.

I ran away with my cat when i was nine.
got as far as the field
next door.

Tripped over my brothers skateboard
in the hall
when i was ten.

Carved my name in the sofa
when i was
nearly eleven.

Watched my dad break down last year
on the phone to my aunt.

Watched my mom cry.

Watched my sister hug me.

Watched my brother hide sadness.

Not perfect,my house.
not nearly alright
but we get by.