Fun Times We Have

Up the cracked driveway, into the garage All the artwork on the fridge, including my old collage With all of the light And all of the peace The table that we have our Thanksgiving feast The beds that we sleep in, every night Every bedtime story Every “Sleep tight!” All of the masks made on the sewing machine All of the times that mom did a Super Clean! The massive macaroni made in the kitchen The Monopoly games where I felt like a chicken My mom took so many pictures That if we were to move It would be like we had our old house All over the room We had some garage sales And gave away some memories Just for a couple of dollars But the thought will survive for centuries So many lessons taught on the desk in my room So many sibling fights, that left us breathing fumes A lot of the “It’s my turn to eat the last brownie!” We went through fights, but we’re still a family All the shows watched on a television set All the pucks shot into the hockey net All of us gathered ‘round the table, just the thought Eating chips and drinking pop Playing some games FaceTiming our friends I think we all wish this time at home never ends