Take Me Home.

• Scarlett Elliott, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

Sometimes home wasn't four walls.
Sometimes it was
Two green eyes
And a heartbeat
With a touch of
A crazy hair colour
A scar above an eye
A voice so heavenly
And a laugh that never fails
To make everyday a blessing.
This was a home
That I never wanted to give up
For it is too precious
And anything else
Would simply make me feel homeless.