Home

I belong to memories

laughter in an old kitchen

back when all I did was

dream

I belong on the old tile

the floor of a kitchen

Rolling out riots and

smiling the cheeky smile

that one could only give

when they're young

Home is where my

memories line where my

heart takes me

Where can I find peace

instead of the usual unrest

Home is where I can

dream

Just as I did on an old tile

floor when I was young

-Shreya