Abigail

Grade 5

Toronto
Ontario

HomeMy Safe and Sweet Place

I open the door and what do I see?
My loving family looking right at me
The flowers in the vase gives the sweet smell in the air
It smells like the perfume my mom will wear

I walk up the stairs and go into my room
Sit on my comfy bed waiting until noon
At night I stare through my window
And look at the bright shiny moon

Downstairs I go, I hear the oven on
Smelling the fresh-made breakfast prepared by my mom
We sit around the table eating as a family
The expression on my face is full of glee

Home is my sweet place
That protects me from danger and where we embrace
It shelters me from extreme weather
And it’s where I want to be forever.