I yearn for the soft
Yellow glow of the
Kitchen light
I hope to hear the
Loud buzz that the
Neighbors air conditioner
Makes
I want to hear the
Creaks of his bed
As he tries to get
Comfortable
I need to wake up
And hear the coffee
Machine start up
For her third cup
Of coffee
These things may
Not sound enjoyable to you
But to me
These are the sounds
Of home
I want all of these things
But the thing I want most
Is a good family to
Go with this
Perfect home
M.R
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