Nicholas

Grade 4

Calgary
Alberta

Home, Where Memories Are Made

Home, a place I can stay
And come to everyday.
If there is a storm
My Dad would turn on the
Fireplace to keep us warm.
In the evening my Mom’s
Cooking is in the air.
Then I hear my brother yelling, “It’s not fair!”
In my home,
There are many books,
Some about magic,
And some about looks.

Some people don’t have a home,
And that is the sad truth. They are left to roam.
So,
I am writing this poem
To share what it is like to
Have a home.
People who have homes are lucky,
But I feel sad for all
The people who are unlucky.

Truly, home is where memories are made.