smell of cookies being baked in the oven
silence sweeps over me.
until the kind words of grandma spill out
of her mouth and comfort me.
The TV quietly on in the backroom.
loud enough for me to hear
door bell ringing warning me more family
The cries from my second cousin ring through my ears.
Hugs are exchanged.
I see the coloring dye in the middle of
dipping hard boil eggs in the dye with
my cousins on easter day
To be surrounded by family always brings joy to me.