New Home

I was tired
Waiting but excited
Wishing someone came to pick me
My host family

A lady
A family
But no one for me!
“Oh God, where is my host family?”

I asked the clock
But he didn’t answer me
Suddenly a couple came
Smiling at me

They brought a big poster
It’s big
Not as big as my smile

They looked as old as my parents
No worry when I looked into their eyes
They told me,
“We just want you to be happy!”

I heard the clock talked
“Your story just began.”
I smiled,
Walked out the room to my new home

— this is one of the poems I wrote for Poetry Project in Creative Writing Class🙂

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