What home means to me

My 1st happy place Like a Mcdonald’s play place Sitting along the fire place Brings to us the memory plane My first baby steps in the ally My first crawl from the belly Brings the most cherished talks With my siblings and old folks My home is my heaven Which lifts up all my burden I relax, enjoy and chill Even if my body feels ill My mind is always at peace And my body relaxed in my fleece A special thanks to the community for this opportunity given to the children spread across Canada. A home can be made of stick’s and mud or great big block’s of snow.A home can be twenty stories tall.A home can be way up a hill or beside an ocean wide. A home can be where you’re safe with family or friends. A home can be where you have your heart and everything you adore… Thank you to this community for helping children all the way around the world .