Poem a Day 25: Home

When I was a kid, I walked to school past a row of cottages, neatlytucked behind white picket fences,red roses in tidy gardens,and daydreamed of some day my world would change.We lived in a rented duplex, each night, a cacaphony of raised voices,the clink of glasses and bottles,and in the morning, with ashtrays to clean,I tiptoed around sleeping strangersbefore I walked to school.I never believed