My Home

My home was in Ukraine Where sunflowers touched the sky And warm wind moved the golden fields As summer passed us by. My home was mama’s gentle voice, Soft stories before bed, The smell of bread from the kitchen, Kind, loving words she said. But then the sky grew dark one day, And loud sirens filled the night. The ground would shake, the windows cried, And nothing felt quite right. We packed our things in silence. I took my little bag. My favourite toy, a photograph, And folded up our flag. I hugged my room, my little bed, The walls that watched me grow. I didn’t know if I’d return, I only knew we had to go. We traveled far from everything That once felt safe and near. Across the roads, across the sea, With hearts so full of fear. Now I live in Canada, Where snow falls soft and white. The people here are kind to me, And stars still shine at night. I learn new words, a different way, A new school, a new start. But Ukraine is not just where I'm from It's beating in my heart. Home is not only a house. It's memories we keep. It's mamas hug, it's grandmothers smile, It's promises we don't let sleep. One day I hope to see again My country brave and free. Until that day, my home lives on Inside of me.