A poem from my 12-year-old daughter.

My house My home My love

Once upon a silver day
anything was a breath away
then come next morn
when sky’s turned red
when all I wished was to rest my head
I was forced to wake
then forced to run
from my home
my house was done
when times were bleak
and all were weak
I held my head like a sturdy peak.
My home is gone
and where it stood strong
is now a bed of ash
and all feels wrong.
My house my town has forbade to stand
it shall now fall into the sand
no love is left in the place I’ve known
my heart as lonely as my home
for what is home if not for love
and what is love if not shared
whose heart is barren has no love
for love is meant to fill a home
and mine is dead.

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