Noah

Grade 4

Winnipeg
Manitoba

Home

It’s mine and my parents. It’s not my friends to keep. But my home belongs to my family. It’s the place nobody else can call it their because its mine. A home is where I eat and play. It’s a place where I always have the right to stay. Home is my special place where I have lots and lots of space. Sometimes, when I sort of feel alone. But now I’m not on my own because Wills always got my back. Now I know that I can be more free just like my friend Finley. Wow that’s very free. I can’t really see it all, the puzzle pieces in my mind, make sense except for one. How come people have to move? Why or why I ask? A home is where your precise memories are stored. Why do you want to leave them behind, why? Oh, now I see it’s not because you want to leave. Ben told me when I was just about ten, that people move because they want to cherish new memories. They do it because when kids will grow up, just like me, they will start a new family. Someday, I will be a father of my own and I will have a different home. This poem is for someone who everybody roams, just to seek a little small home. That is why I wrote this poem for someone who doesn’t have a home.