Pencil scratching the middle pages of a journal
Breathing in the scented candle air
Moments passing like grains of sand through an hourglass
The crunch of autumn leaves underfoot
Conversations on the old couch
Warm air wafting through vents
Family coming in and out at leisure
Velvet hangers with thrifted clothes
Scrapbooking supplies
A love mended and gilded strong like Japanese pottery
Coos of a baby
Ill be remembered if only for the things that would not get done if I disappeared
Ill be remembered because for a handful of people, I created home
Breathing in the scented candle air
Moments passing like grains of sand through an hourglass
The crunch of autumn leaves underfoot
Conversations on the old couch
Warm air wafting through vents
Family coming in and out at leisure
Velvet hangers with thrifted clothes
Scrapbooking supplies
A love mended and gilded strong like Japanese pottery
Coos of a baby
Ill be remembered if only for the things that would not get done if I disappeared
Ill be remembered because for a handful of people, I created home
