it smells like
fresh coffee
new paint
the aroma of rose
and freshly mown grass

it feels like
plush cushions
warm fires
the touch of a weathered hand
and embrace of one dear

it tastes like
a fiesta
chocolate pretzels
the sweetness of exotic chocolate
and bitterness of a decaf cup of coffee

it sounds like
old vinyl records
Marvel movies
the ring of laughter
and old stories reborn

it looks like
a family gathered
friends around a table
the sight of school children all around
and those loved growing near

people grow
life evolves
circumstances change
but hope?
hope remains