Ayden

Grade 6

toronto
Ontario

Home Poem

Home is a safe and warm place

It has food and water

It is the same place that I met my father

Home is a place where you can interact with others

It is a place where my mother can hug my brother

As i hear the birds chirping

I do a deep sigh in relaxation

Although home is not like Rome

I feel loved and supported here

As i sit down and look at the sky

The time quickly goes by

I smell the flowers on the porch

I see a shining torch

As i see the renovated house

My grandma wears her blouse

In my home there is warmth

Even when it is cold

When my family isn’t home

It feels empty like my hamsters dome
So as the poem ends

You can see my wonderful home