My grandmom’s house is
Clean as a nice folded
Shirt fresh from the laundry.
It smells like baby candles are all over the house.
Fells hot as soon as you come or go inside.
Smells like deep cooked French fries.
I feel relaxed and comfortable.
It makes me feel like I am home,
Like I never left.
But then again I have to clean and fix my things,
Like a nice beautiful diamond ring.
That’s how things are supposed to be.