Where is your house? What home? Do you live with family? Or simply all alone? Crammed tightly in one place Barely and space Packed furniture mold Creaky old maybe someplace new fresh there will begin flesh A a garden full of flowers it’s near tidy Not single mess To young boy even 12 years This Cannot truly be called home True his mother Who love could go to no other And dear caring father Along Aunt future scholar course the head house Anywhere mama goes Is where Travis call