Home feels like space, a place that I can think with noise, but just a little. I can feel the emptiness in my space. I can see the stars that share one feature. Each feature, for example, holds something like how there’s no way to change the future. I can taste the air trapped inside the pollution that kills our earth. Home is also a place that I can live, no harm, only peace. I’ll continue to feel this for two more years, then I’ll have a new life, a new start. I’ve travelled for a long time and soon it will come to an end. I’ll continue to think of things that no ordinary ten year old would. I wrote this poem to explain how I feel about my home. I will think till the dawn of time.
I’ve had a long life from birth to 10. I started at 2, the time I looked at pictures and I’d copy it on the wall. (It was okay for a 2 year old.) At five a tragedy happened. My grandmother died. My Grandpa felt lonely so we moved to Cincinnati, Ohio. I had to leave my family. I haven’t seen my family for six years. This Christmas, I get to visit them. I have over 10 cousins and soon I’ll have over 25. My life is full of how life works. Life is an interesting thing.