Grade 5

Sault Ste Marie

The Meaning of Home

What home means to me, is way farther then you can see.
The caring family I live with, is really not an ancient myth.
Through my window I see the blue sky, and in my family we don’t lie.
My house is not too big and not too small, but definitely not the size of Montreal.

When the dinner table is certainly ready, sometimes I can get a little unsteady.
I love the hugs and kisses I get at night, that makes my house truly right.
When I come home from school and realize the door, I step a little closer and want to see more.
Once I’m at home, I never feel alone.

When we’re at the table we’re never rude, especially when we’re eating delicious food.
A house is not just somewhere I live, it’s somewhere that wants to give.
My home allows me to be funny, it also lets me see the sky when it gets sunny.
My home is totally the best, it makes me feel safe and lets me rest.

When I feel unhappy and down, my house is always there to be my clown.
When I’m at home I can never feel sad, home is so powerful I can’t ever be mad.
My home is so open and free, it makes me see the real me.
When I’m at home I feel absolutely safe, it always makes me have faith.