those warm mornings,
when i'd jump out of bed.
run down the staircase
looking to be fed
i would slip my feet into my shoes
and run into the kitchen
the fresh smell of pancakes
quite a muse
taking my seat
i'd great them all,
catching my brother
for he was about to fall
those were the days,
when my home was there
where i would find comfort
in many ways
but now home is something
where i dread to go
for i took it all for granted
and slowly let go
for its anything but good
just an old pile of wood
now i beg you
don't make the same mistake
love and cherish it
or suffer from heart ache
forgranted