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
Walking the Labyrinth 