I Hear
When I think of home.
I hear
my siblings fighting over clothes for no reason.
I hear my mum say “Come down to clean the house.”
My older sister saying, we are going to the shops.
I hear my dad playing basketball with my siblings.
My brother is laughing because he is watching a funny video.
I hear people playing loud music at their house.
I hear people banging on other people's doors.
I hear my mum saying it's time to go sleep for school.
And there in the quiet living room
As if it had never stopped
But only needed listening to
My grandpa snores so loud that the house shakes like an earthquake.
Great writing Lisea. I can image life at your busy house. The ending of your poem made me laugh! Keep up the awesome writing Lisea. From Miss Cockeram.
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