Brinley

Grade 4

Peace River
Alberta

What Home Means To Me

As I step on to my door mat
I hear my little tom cat.
When I come home for hugs everyday
I don’t even know what to say.

My house is small, cozy and all
But if you count love it stands very tall.
At night when I go to sleep
I can’t even hear a peep.

At home I do my own art
It’s at the top of my chart.
If I did not have a home
I would not have known.

My life is full of love
It’s not down, it’s above.
Everyone deserves a home
That is why I’m writing this poem.

Some might say its just a building it’s really not
from my particular point of view it’s really a lot.