Home Sweet Home Poem by Kaila George

I often think I am unfortunate

To live where I live

But when I really look at it

I think....

I have a roof over my head

I get feed every day

I have clothes to keep me warm

Then I see pictures of poverty

A child with a swollen belly...starving

A child with no clothes, just a cloth to cover him just barely

Children living on the street no were to go....no were to feel safe

What right have I to complain when there are less fortunate than I?

Just damn grateful I do live and breathe in a safe place I call my home

New Zealand....HOME SWEET HOME

Such a bitter sweet thing to know when others are cold and alone with no home...sigh