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My mother’s pink house
On the souvenir road
The white-coloured stoop
Chipped paint, unstable staircase

When she opens the door
It creaks with love
Powerful laughs
And tunes on repeat

The loud TV
The screaming kids
The barking dog
The smell of home

And the mother at the end
The nightlight of my childhood
Illuminates me just a little
Without ever blinding me

When I have a house
A little girl and a dog
I will leave the stoop
Chipped just enough