This Place Stinks: A Poem by Analaigh

It used to be me

And Mom and Rosey

Our home smelt like us

It used to be cosy

But we moved to a farmhouse

With Bren, 8 cats, and Buster

It didn’t smell like us

It smelt, instead, of must…er

The creek was fun

And the horses were thrilling

We wanted to stay

At least…we were willing

As home smelt like home again

Boxes were gathered

Things packed in totes

Complacency shattered

Another long car ride

Seats shared with baskets

Another new bedspread

This one smells of plastic

Again we have roommates

And the smells are all new

But we still have each other

And our bond, it is true

So we’ll run and we’ll play

And we’ll stink up the joint

“Home is where the heart is”

I guess that’s the point