Poem - I Hear

I Hear

When I think of my house

I hear

Mum in the kitchen cooking my eggs. 

The phone ringing, my dad is calling.

I hear the TV playing cartoons,

Lots of bangs and crashes and music.

The washing machine sounds like an engine roaring.

And there, just outside my door

As if it had never ceased to be

But only needed listening to 

Paper rustling as dad reads the newspaper,

Floating free.

Here is the original poem. I have used it to write my own version.