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i miss the old wooden swing in my backyard where i used to sit and think and write for hours i miss being lazy on the living room couch and watching cartoons with my youngest brother i miss sitting in my room, hearing footsteps from the floor above and being able to know exactly whose they were i miss waking up late on saturday mornings to the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen i miss being able to tell my little sister she looks pretty every morning before she goes off to school i miss sitting on my mother's bedroom floor and listening to her tell stories about Tennessee i miss hearing my father constantly whistle and sing while he walked around the house doing different things i miss living four minutes away from my best friend and sleeping at her house for days just because i could i miss talking to my brothers at 2 o'clock in the morning about absolutely nothing and positively everything i miss taking pictures of my backyard, even though nothing about it has really changed in the past twelve years but i think that i miss home the most at mealtimes - m.f.
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
a homesick poem
i miss the old wooden swing in my backyard where i used to sit and think and write for hours i miss being lazy on the living room couch and watching cartoons with my youngest brother i miss sitting in my room, hearing footsteps from the floor above and being able to know exactly whose they were i miss waking up late on saturday mornings to the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen i miss being able to tell my little sister she looks pretty every morning before she goes off to school i miss sitting on my mother's bedroom floor and listening to her tell stories about Tennessee i miss hearing my father constantly whistle and sing while he walked around the house doing different things i miss living four minutes away from my best friend and sleeping at her house for days just because i could i miss talking to my brothers at 2 o'clock in the morning about absolutely nothing and positively everything i miss taking pictures of my backyard, even though nothing about it has really changed in the past twelve years but i think that i miss home the most at mealtimes - m.f.
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
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