Stink Bug

We sat inside while marshmallows turned gold,

At Grandma’s house where silly tales are told.

The TV hummed, our cocoa steamed so sweet,

A perfect night, the kind that felt complete.

Then boom—you spotted movement on the rug,

And grinned while picking up that stinky bug.

I screamed so loud the neighbors probably knew,

Then slipped and fell—because of course I do.

You laughed so hard I had to laugh there too,

My cheeks were burning pink, but laughter grew.

Now every time that memory comes to stay,

I love you more for being you that day.

Who knew one bug could spin a tale so sweet—

With marshmallow hearts and clumsy feet?