Home is a place where
We sleep, we live and we play.
A house can be called a home,
But what really is a home?
Home is where we feel safe and secure,
Where we spend time with our loved ones,
Where we work together to help each other
A home can be found under a rooftop on cold winter nights, or on the patio on hot summer afternoons.
But what is my home?
My home smells like sweet vanilla candles,
And mom’s fresh baked warm pastries
And dad’s tireless effort and work to build our home from scratch.
I like to think my home is not one place but many places.
My home can be found in the high mountains and warm weather back in Lebanon.
My home can also be found in the urban areas of Toronto, where the city is always alive.
My home can be found in my grandmother’s arms, when she hugs me and I feel warm.
My home can also be found in the presence of my friends on the playgrounds at school.
All these descriptions describe my home together, but not alone.
So what really is a home?
A home is love, security, family, warmth, and peace. If you have a home, you are one of the lucky ones. Not everybody has a home and some people may feel alone.
Whether your home is a house, a feeling, a memory, take the time to be thankful for what we have because many people do not have homes. I am taking a stand and writing my poem to help the homeless.
Now it’s your turn. TAKE A STAND AND HELP THE HOMELESS HAVE A HOME.