I come from a family

I come from a family of three my step dad, my mum and my brother,

I come from another family of one with my dad.

I come from a gallery with picture frames and customers.

I smell the pub fries all over again and again and again it brings backs old memories,

I still make pizza again and again when I sleep I still remember making the pizza.

But in my sleep I also had fears of the dark, cliffs and spiders.

I feel the cold of the snow and feel it breaking.

We have a dog named Max the doggy but he’s a bit naughty.

I feel the weather of the snow, the rain and the sunshine.

But at the end of the day I come from a family of four,

My dad, my stepdad, my mother, my brother and me.

By Alfred

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