Slipping through my front door,
I've waited for this all day.
My shoes and coat
find their way to the stairs;
my gloves are put away.

I sneak upstairs,
trying not to be heard,
remembering those days
when being home was preferred.

Those days flew by,
and seemed like a scheme.
I visit them frequently,
but only in dream.

While I push thoughts away,
I hear my mom humming.
I try a small smile,
and new memories start coming.