Poem - I hear

I Hear

When I think of my house
I hear
Mum is cooking chicken. I like it.
Dad calling mum’s phone.
Milk splashing into the bowl at breakfast, with my mum and my little sister.
My little sister is playing video games, Bang and crash
My mum likes music
Someone  shouted next to our house.
And there, just inside the room
As if it had never ceased to be
But only needed listening to
My mum snoring, floating free.