Home

In this house live

two middle aged 

youngish adults,

one young adult,

two teenagers,

one tween,

five dogs

and

one

cat.

Our oldest drops

by when she can.

Sometimes she

brings our favorite.

Smile.

The kids' friends

are here too. 
Constantly

in and out.

Yelling hello
as they slam

the front door.

It often means quickly

adding another pound

of ground beef to the

spaghetti sauce.

It can be bewildering.
It can be hectic.

It is noisy.

It is chaotic.

It is rowdy.

It is home.