Meaning of Home

Have you ever realized how nice it is to have a home? If not, this poem will make you realize how nice it is to have a home. It smells like my mom's fresh baked cookies out of the oven. It smells like Heaven. Live. Laugh. Love. It feels like a nice sofa with a blanket made by my great grandmother cuddling me. It feels like a little spoon in my hand. Dream. Believe. Me. It sounds like little birds singing cheeseburger. It sounds like my two brothers giggling when we're around the kitchen table. Talk. Walk. Sleep. It tastes like pancakes from my papa /the best pancake baker ever made. It tastes like my mom’s cookies out of the oven. I tasted the butter on it. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. It looks like the beautiful sunset at night in the National Park It looks like my mom, dad and two little brothers at the supper table eating supper. Take. make. Create. I think everyone should have a place to call a nice home. I personally have not been in a bad situation. I hope not to be. It's simple to help people get homes just like the meaning of home. You can help by volunteering to help.


Grade 4

Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island

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