Emily

Grade 6

Victoria
British Columbia

When a home is empty

You can tell when a house is empty
It looks old and unfinished
Rusty and weak
Not quiet the same
Not very unique
The love is gone
It does not look alive
Something awaits it deep inside
It creaked and it cried for a family of its own
That’s when my family called it our home
We painted it yellow with a little bit of red
That’s when our home became alive once again
The places we have been
The places we have seen
We just can’t forget how those memories came to be.