The front entry way
Of my childhood home
Held all the memories
Of the places Iβd roam
From the mud on my shoes
To the the bags on the ground
I could see my life there
But how my mother frowned
It is full of laughter
As my friends walk in
Something I should have cherished
But I didnβt realize then
Thinking of those times
I am completely grateful
That my mother never yelled
Or acted hateful
She knew how beautiful
And needed it was
That I was allowed
To act without pause
I will always look
To my childhood door
That let me me exist
With a child-like roar
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