Home is Belonging

Home is where we laugh our heads off until we have to go to bed. Home is where memories are made, where laughter and love never fade. Home is where the unexpected leap of my cat waking me up; when you open your eyes, you hear four little paws hitting the grimy carpet, as soft as a feather. The annoying yapping of my brother when he is playing nintendo When you open your eyes the sweet, smell of freshly buttered toast zooms right through your nose Home is where you recline back in your favorite spot of the couch from overloading knowledge at school Home is a place where I feel comfort Like shoe laces that ties us together Home, a place where I belong The soft unsteady rhythm of vibration feeling from the little furry ball of my cat Home is where we splash in the pool, and do tricks to see who is better The sweet, juicy smell of my favorite gum and the dirt of the baseball diamond blowing in my face with all of the cheering and joy Home is Canada, Canada is Home.