I knew the halls and rooms like my own
But it was a maze I could still get lost in
Always something new to discover
Sometimes when no one was looking
A drawer full of old coins
Or old military buttons or pins
The bottom bunk where I would nap after church
The pantry was magical
Filled with sweet treasures
Always my first stop
The home left an indelible mark on my soul
Like the go-kart tracks on my brother’s back
Arsenio Franklin 