A House is Not Always A Home

Mon, 11/02/2015 - 10:59 -- acut

Loud sirens! I am scared. Police officers! I am four. Grabbing me! I am cold. What's happening? I am so tired. "A house is not always a home" I am somewhere... New clothes! I am warm. New toys! I am happy. New family! I am safe. Thank you God for my "forever family"

This poem is about: 
Me

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