Homely Memories

Memories are held in my living room that listen to me transcribing my song and singing along. Memories are held in my kitchen that watches me make brownies for the first time. I fail crying, but I keep trying. Memories are held in my dining room where everyone eats together on a sunny day weather. Memories are held in my bathroom when I first learned to brush while in a rush. Memories are held in my backyard that holds up fences so no one will get in, while I'm playing basketball with my nephew and a laundry bin. And that's how Homely Memories are held in my heart.