Kids home

• Teresa Rotondo, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2005

Kids Home..

I have nowhere to live,
And no place to go,
Nothing to eat,
I live out in the snow,

I stay by myself,
While my friends disappear,
The truck and the siren,
Ring bells in my ear,

I hear it, I see it,
Taking all my friends away,
As I daydream and wonder,
When will it be my day,

Every day I fear,
Where ever I go,
The truck is behind me,
I sense it I know!

I turn the corner,
And what do I see,
The truck door opening,
Opening for me,

I hop in the truck,
And to my surprise,
They’ve taken me to a place,
I cannot describe,

It’s different here,
Somewhere I’ve never been before,
It’s a place not cold
And it’s a place not warm,

I like it here,
I think it’s nice,
It’s better than being,
Out near the ice,

Here they give me food,
Here I’m not alone,
It’s a special place,
It’s called a kid’s home