My Home, Sweet Home

Home is a feeling. It’s not just a place. It is joy in my heart and a smile on my face. Home is where I grow, I learn, and I play. It’s a cozy and safe place, day after day. To me, home isn't just some coloured bricks. Home is a place where I learn skills and tricks. Home is where I spend time with my family. My mom, dad, brothers, and our little baby. My mom teaches us at home so that as I grow, I will have lots of things inside me that I know. Like how to speak English, to write, and to read, So I can know about the world the way that I need. My dad shows me how to do so many things, Like build a new structure for our slide and our swings. He teaches me French and about communication, And cultural values from our Indigenous nation. My brothers and I like to play outside together And create funny stories in any kind of weather. We tell silly jokes, laugh until we fall over. With them, every night is just like a sleepover! Every afternoon, once the school day is done, I walk in the door and get ready for fun! My excited little sister runs to give me a hug. With her in my lap, I’m relaxed and all snug. Home doesn’t have to be a huge fancy place. It’s the people around us who make “home” in a space. Home is the comforting place we belong With others around us, our relationships strong. On days when I am not feeling my best I have loved ones who care for me while I have a rest. As my body recovers and I finally feel better, I know they are there for me, now and forever. Some people don’t have a safe and loving home. I want to be grateful for everything I own. If we know that others need us to be there, We can be “home” for them to show them we care. Home, sweet home, such a caring place. Where I can grow up with kindness and grace. For just a short while a child I’ll be, But at home I will always be loved and be me.