Family Affair

The smell
From the kitchen
Fills my nostrils
It reminds me
Of days gone by
As I look
At the youth
I am reminded
Of how I have grown
The pictures
In the corridor
Tell stories
Ones
That reminds me
Of my
Mortality
How I wish
We could
Hop
In a time machine
And go back
But we can’t
They say its
Never too late
I just wish
That I could tell you
I love you
One more time
Grand ma

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