The Memories of Home

Home is a place, that is sprinkled with joy it’s seized with laughter and childhood toys. When I’m in Tofino I feel the cold breeze against my face it feels peaceful, with the waves being graceful. There for my memorise are my home, the memorise of not being alone. Sometime my memorise are brighter than ever they shine like a glimmering light. when I was younger on the beaches of Tofino, I’d feel the water against my fingers, it thrives, I feel alive. When I go to the kitchen it’s filled with aromas, I see the chroma. When I get to bed, I see the cold night ahead of me. Wrapped in my sheets I dream of where I long to be. Thank you, Habitat for Humanity, for building homes, to create memories.