House Full Of Memories

In the kitchen I remember every Sunday
Cooking eggs with my dad
As that was the only thing he knew how to make
In the hallway
I remember all the fights
My mum and dad used to have
In the lounge
I remember all those cosy nights
Where I used to fall asleep on the couch
The front door
Where I used to wait for my dad to come home
The stairs
Which I fell down on more than once
My parents room
Where I used to sneak into bed with my mum
As she cried over my dad
This house
Is full of memories happy and sad
But know its time for another family
To make their memories there.