Disha

Grade 5

Vancouver
British Columbia

The Meaning Of Home To Me!

Opening the front door nothing I imagined

The couch made out of leather,
Curtains as soft as feathers,
Tears of joy rushing down my face
Can’t wait to stay here.
Mom tells me that dinner’s ready
I start rushing down the stairs,
Eating my first meal in the dining room
I am so grateful that my family
And I can eat such great meals
Helping Mom wash the dishes so I can get a treat

But the real treat is being home with my family.

I can’t wait to make more beautiful memories with my family!