Grade 5

British Columbia

It’s not a House it’s a Home

The walls are more than just support ; they’re a place where memories are hung and secrets are kept.
The floor is more than planks of wood ; it’s where we dance and play and sometimes, feel less happy than other days.
The roof is more than just shelter ;It’s where shouts have echoed like thunder and whispers sprinkle like showers.
The table is more than just a cube; it’s where we pray and fill our bellies, which I feel lucky to do.
My bed is where I lay without a spark of fright on my mind about what might happen that night.
Because in my home I can be myself and there’s no expectation of who I need to be, I’m just me.