Eliana

Grade 4

Lockport
Manitoba

What Home Means to Me

When I think of home, I think of warmth and laughter.
I think of fighting and forgiveness because you can’t stay mad for long.
I think of comfort when I sit by the fire.
And, the fun when I play with my family, my dog, and my friends.
Home is my safe place, when I need shelter.
And at night, me and my family rest and play games.
Home is where I fall and get up.
I don’t think of sunshine and rainbows all the time when I think of home.
I also think of sadness when loved ones pass away.
But, love and fun always takes all the sorrow away.
I love my home and I hope that by making this essay it will help someone get their own home.
I love my home.