Mady

Grade 6

Kingsville
Ontario

What Home Means to Me

When I think of home I think of my family and how they care for me. I think of all the effort they put in to make me happy. I want everyone to have a home like me. I never feel alone at home.

When I think of home, I feel free. No one judges me. they love me for who I am. Who cares what you look like, what you wear, what you like to do, you’re awesome in your own way and no one can change you.

When I think of home, I think of tasty dinners my dad makes. I think of how fortunate I am to be abel to have a good and healthy dinner every day. It makes me sad when I see people on the streets begging for food. I think of all the toys I have but others don’t. It makes me sad to think about that.

When I think of home I think of being cozy on the couch, relaxed int eh warm hot tub, happy when we celebrate, safe ans secure when I’m alone, but I still feel sad when I think about the others who don’t have those feelings.

Home is where I want to be. Every hour, all the time. Habitat for Humanity is making a huge difference in other’s lives. So, every poem, every essay, is helping others in many ways.

I’m sorry to say, it’s the end of the poem. But don’t worry! Home will never leave you. It’ll always stay. After all, it’s a feeling, it’ll never fade away.