What is better than this?

What is better than being in the house I called home?

What is better than being in the house where it all began?

What is better than being in the rooms where I laughed and cried?

What is better than being in the rooms where I presented my good and bad grades?

What is better than being in the rooms where I was humbled and glorified?

What is better than waking up to greet my parents every morning and saying goodnight when I am off to bed?

What is better than driving down the street saying hello to the kids now grown folks I once played with?

What is better than sitting on the chair I solved mathematics in?

What is better than taking money from the spot my pops puts money in?

What is better than taking meat from my mama's pot whenever I want?

What is better than being in the House that raise me?

What is better than slam dunking on a rim that I believed was too high for me?

What is better than playing soccer on the field I used to play with my dad?

What is better than looking at my baby pictures and remembering when I had no worries?

What is better than seeing and talking with my sisters every time I want and can?

What is better than being where I am at this moment?

Its a shame it will all be over, one day.

I take this moment to absorb everything. This very moment is eternity and I am grateful.