Where and what is home to me

I first came to Canada not knowing a thing… Whether it was hot or was it cold, were people mean or people bold, When we reached I did not understand why I had to live in a place all so cramped and all so tight. When I stayed in bed I asked myself why oh why I am here, where is my home, is it here, is it there, is it east or west, or now nowhere. As for me, I didn’t feel as for at home, in a place where I was well somewhere I didn’t know, but I was reminded by my mother, home is not only a place you stay, or sleep, or even sway and leap, a home is where you feel loved, safe and are with people you can always trust, When I am home I feel Comfortable and safe, Like this is the place where I can embrace to my family, I can also stand tall, I can help my family in housework as for a thank you to our home, Home is my light in the dark, as for rain and thunder it is my spark Home isn't just something that protects us from elements in the world or to store stuff, it keeps memories and that shields us. When a day of loss and no hope comes, Home shields us and makes us feel safe, happy. Courageous and have an Indomitable Spirit to protect us, Now I say home isn’t just a house, home is Canada, home is North America, home is Earth, home is here, home is there, home is everywhere. Home is where I can share my feelings, home is where I can share little secrets, home is like the center of my life.