Take a big old house
(Lots of clutter)
And loud laughter from downstairs.
Stir in the smell of fresh bread,
A pair of walking poles propped up by the door,
Books in every possible corner and crevice.
Hang too many coats
(With unknown owners),
Add a pinch of loud singing,
Measure out frame upon frame of smiling faces.
Combine a large portion of phone calls from grandparents perfectly imperfectly timed
With a generous helping of generosity.
Leave to rest for 18 years,
And you’ll get as close as you could possibly get
(Which isn’t nearly close enough).