When I walk inside the door

I hear 

People talking

Pencils scratching

Pages flipping

When I walk inside the door

I see 

My dog

Hopping 

Happy to see us

The kitchen cooking

My brother reading

About something confusing to me

But fascinating to him

When I walk inside the door

I touch

My dog’s fluffy fur

Paper and

Pens drawing places

Views 

From things never seen

But pictured in minds

When I walk inside that door

I know I’m home