Home Poem

Home can be anywhere. Cozy. The sight of the snow falling out of the sky, seeing the little white flakes getting on my bedroom window while I’m laying on my soft bed. Safe. The touch of my parents hugging me, feeling the warm embrace. Satisfied. The smell of my favourite dish rice coming from the kitchen. Warm. The taste of the rice, the warmness I’m feeling tasting it. Welcome. The feeling of being welcomed and accepted by Canada.