Wrote this poem in high school off a writing prompt website. Tried to put myself into the shoes of a young American college student coming home for a southern Thanksgiving with the family.
Back in the old family home,
turkey in the oven, and laughter ringing,
and amid it all my mother's perfume.
Campus life offers no comfort
compared to a mother.
The scent wafts through the air like
a paper airplane, bringing with it tones
of oak and rose, spices, and apple pie.
T'is nice to be home.
