In this moment,
I see
my baby brother
toddling
through the house.
My dad is playing
his guitar,
the same song
he’s been playing
since I was
my brother’s age.
I sit here and type
on my new laptop.
I smell the
cheesy casserole
my mom is cooking,
and I glance
out the window
to see the trees
in their full bloom
of summer.