Comfort space

[Funkeldunks]

Hello FunkelD- welcome
Thanks for posting your first shared effort, as it is an intriguing poem. I think it should be in the BASIC or MILD forum.
Instead of a long critique I'm just going to move some lines, and leave some out; add a couple of words. 

Comfort space

As a small child I couldn’t help
but love my home- my light blue blanket,
a little itchy, very warm. I would trace
the little trucks with my finger.
The name in big letters,”U-Haul”, I remember.  fantastic detail here

Home was metallic green and roared like a lion-  another good detail- vague description of a car
all naugahyde and wool.
Was a home ever as fine as mine?
Frost hardly ever came inside.

Then Mom sold the Dodge and we moved.  a bit more of a lead-in to avoid an abrupt ending?
My memories of comfort differ from most.  This oblique reference to homelessness at a very young age is good, and perhaps better at the end.  Your light touch works well and could be expanded.  Keen observation that very young children accept their circumstances, as long as at least one parent is around.

The general idea of this piece is fabulous- how to convey homelessness without ever mentioning the word. Bravo on that. A bit of work and you'll have a very fine poem. That said, the FUN forum ain't the right home for this one.  More in-depth critique will really help. Please don't be shy. 

Once again, welcome,
Mark

Thank you. I will work on this one and post in a more appropriate place. I genuinely appreciate your critique. Sharing is a new experience for me.