Being part of the conversation is fun sometimes -
experiencing firsthand the bad jokes,
the spot-on Bob Marley impersonations,
choking on bagels with laughter.
It's a warm atmosphere, a kind one,
one where it's easy to breathe,
to smile and to speak your mind.
You never go to bed bored.
But there's also something good about this,
lounging on the bed upstairs and listening
as everybody else chats and giggles
and has a good time.
It's something intimate, I think.
A special peek of memories that'll last
for a very, very long time as they drift
up through the floorboards.
