Van

Grade 5

Kelowna
British Columbia

The Meaning of Home

Here I sit pencil-and-paper, dreaming of a poem of my home. Unsure what to write. I think I’ve got it. Yet it’s not quite right. I pause for a moment longer. Thinking of a word. Is it my brother? Is it my mother? Unsure, I know this, my home is not defined from space yet my heart.