The Feeling of Home

The Feeling of Home Written by Madelynn Spurrell, Grade 6, Orageville, Ontario The feeling of ‘home’; golden sun rays peeking through half-open curtains, gentle gales of cool wind drifting through the windows. A thick-paged book in hand, eyelids momentarily closing in revelation of the warmth; aureate sun which hung above the fair autumn day. Leaves drifted from the thick deciduous trees, dropping scarlet, auburn, and flaxen, twirling down to the ground like aerialists on the silk. As if on a cue, eyes meet the words on the page; Home is like a place of calmness in the heart. A place to go when you’re feeling distraught, down, depressed. Home will always welcome you to its open arms. A smile forms, curling slightly at the corners. Yes, home really is a place you can go no matter what happens, or where your life takes you. Home doesn’t have to be a house, nor a shelter; anything which brings you comfort, happiness, jubilancy, and warmth in your heart at the mention of it. The feeling of ‘home’; a pen, scrawling loops and bends of black ink onto a sheet of blank paper, taking thoughts and transforming them into a poem, which runs smoothly out of the mouth when spoken. Containing the emotions of the poet, an escape from reality and life; to read the writing of a masterpiece. Home could be in the embrace of a family member, in the words of a poem, in the worn binding of an aged book. Home for me would be with my family; anywhere they go, I feel at my safest possible. In a warm house, curling up on a soft chair with my cat at my side. Nose buried in a book, the old biding carrying a strong fragrance. Thank you Home for Humanity for giving a feeling of ‘home’ to those in need of comfort.