Everything feels like home
Tender echoes
Everything feels like home
Cozy, safe, and warm
Half asleep
A blurry glow
It is here and now, and then
Moments, big and small
Blur together
Echoes
Voices and laughter throughout the house
Sounds from the TV fade in and out
The smell of frying milanesas
Drift straight to our hearts
It’s dark out, rain softly taps the windows
I’m woken by our dog’s furry tongue
Quietly licking my little toes
I look at him and think he smiled
My skin peels away from the leather couch
My little brother runs by, in a blur
Bouncing his soccer ball off my head
Laughing, he runs a lap around the house
I can taste the green olive on my tongue
Casually placed there by my mom
Entangled through time—like a bird Feeding her young
Eager mouths reaching up
I hear her call: Time for dinner, don’t forget To wash your hands
My eyes fill with tears of love and longing
A few trickle down my wrinkled cheek
Dad, helllllooo, what's for dinner? I'm hungry
Your favorite sweetie, Granny’s milanesas
I kiss her forehead holding out an olive
And drop in in her open mouth
Everything feels like home again
About the Creator
Marcelo Desio
I write about real life and stories that remind me of times, both good and bad.
Reading and music are my passions, along with writing of course!
I was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Music, family and friends are what I’m all about.
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