Sorting through all of the old boxes
containing the items from years ago.
Howling like a pair of hungry foxes
my parents coo over my baby grow.
They said that they could smell my childhood
when all I could smell was the stench of dust.
I had the best upbringing a child could
and they had the best of a child's trust.
But now this place where memories were made
must be left behind to live new places
and although nostalgaic smells may well fade
I will store like photos, childhood faces.
And I hope that when I have this new home
memory will remind me I'm not alone.
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