Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2013
Home smells like
Kitty litter
And a just-lit fire.

Home sounds like
Footsteps
And the washer and dryer.

Home tastes like
Thick oatmeal
And peanut butter.

Home looks like
It's organized
Amongst my clutter.

Home feels farther away
Every day that I'm gone,
But I'm willing to let
The days drag on.
Brooke
Written by
Brooke
Please log in to view and add comments on poems