May 5, 2023
When I go to college and am all alone
I'm going to miss the place we all call home.
Sitting at the table while all cracking jokes
Inhaling the smell of turkey being smoked
Hearing the sound of bread becoming toast
Boy, how I’ll miss my old folks.
My mind wandering in boredom during class
I’ll be thinking about what life was in the past,
Like arguments over taking out the trash
Or whose muscles will most last.
Though only a group of three
My home is a part of me
Always will be, Or at least indefinitely.