An old home

My sisters are screaming!

Finally, a dance I was once used too

Rusty in all things,

Like these dishes I’m sure no one has touched

But, I am a guest

But, no one cares

This bed couldn’t have possibly fit me!

But, it loosens where it needs too

I miss our old dog,

Which? We’ve seen a few come and go

Lola. Much needed at the foot of my bed.

Mother. We pass each other, little words

I’m back.

Youngest sister, let’s argue!

I’m far more advanced in the art of angering

Middle, shaking her head

In the middle of us, how fitting

My stomach is grumbling!

Finally, food my body was used too.

I love it all,

I hate it all,

Need more time to explore my old town

Need less time to recollect,

Let’s leave,

Let’s go back in time,

Let’s just call it what it is

An old home.