What Home Means to Me

Most people find a home is just a shelter, but not me. For me a home is a shelter, but it is filled with caring, kind, and loving people and their dreams, hopes, and wishes and if it is not, then it is just a house. My home would just be a house if I were the only one living in it, it takes a loving family to make a real home. Even thought my home wasn’t in the best condition when we moved in, my parents worked to fix it up and make it perfect for our family but even if they didn’t it would still be a home, because we are all together as a happy family. Most people that I know don’t think there is a difference between a house and a home but there is a huge difference. A couple years ago I used to mix these words up, but now I know the difference, and it is big. You don’t have to be in your house to feel at home, you have to be with your family. People who live inside houses may be lucky, but people who live in homes are even luckier. Now this is a poem, About the difference of house and a home. Houses have walls, ceilings and floors, They also have windows, stairs, and doors. But homes they have some different things, Some special, little, different things. Those things are people who are loving, kind, and caring, They are trusting people who are willing to be sharing. That is the difference between houses and homes, I hope you all loved my poem. Thank you, habitat for humanity, for giving me this chance to write and do poetry. Goodbye! Now I’m done, I had lots and lots of fun. Kaylie Fairweather 705-256-9788 10 years old in Gr.5 47 Ashgrove Avenue Sault Ste. Marie Ontario P6A 4X3 fair9310@adsb.ca