The Sketch of Home

Roses trying to grow some broken stairs When I enter the home, it is as loud as a funhouse Hidden snacks shoved in the covers A lot of Nintendo switch games A hoard of plants that could fill an entire jungle Home is my sister’s chocolate chip cookies on Thanksgiving Day Or some ice cream on a warm summer day I can see mountains of drawings I can taste warm soft chewy chocolate chip cookies A backyard perfect for roasting marshmallows Movie nights to make a mother and daughter closer I can smell homemade pudding All those memories wait in a tiny sketchbook