2025/James-

My family is moving out;

My mom tells me not to pout.

I glare at her,

My eyes all blurred,

And now I have to scrub the grout.

Now we’re on the plane;

My mom tells me to be sane.

I feel so sad;

I can’t help but be mad,

‘Cause this might be my bane.

We’re now at our living space;

I’m feeling out of place.

I lost my best pen,

And I miss my best friend,

And of course, my shoe lost its lace.