When I Think of Home
When I think of home
I think of love,
baking and kid playing outside.
It’s a place where I share food with my family.
We play hide and go seek and make memories together.
I read to my dog
And in the summer, I plant flowers with my mom.
I watch t.v. and play basketball with my dad.
My home is a place where I am happy.
I can be myself and be relaxed.
It’s a place where I draw
and l feel loved.
I am healthy, safe and never alone when I am home.
My house is full of kindness.
We help each other and are grateful for each other and
relaxing by the fire,
jumping on my bed and climbing on the doorframe.
When I think of home I think of family and fun times.
A place where I’m loved and happy.
Everyone deserves a home like mine.