Anja

Grade 4

London
Ontario

My Home

It’s my cats meowing,
Till’ I give them food.
It always helps me,
when I’m in a mood.

It’s my cats cuddling,
till’ I wake them up.
It reminds me of my old home, when I had two pups.

I love to think of home,
when I am sad.
It’s everything to me,
even when I’m glad.

There’s homeless people out there,
I know it’s hard to hear
It’s not fun to know.
But it’s the truth and everyone should know it.

My mother, My father, My brothers, They all mean one thing. My home.