Sound 

My brother burps at the dinner table.
My father serenades my mother.
My little brother cries from his crib.

 Taste 

No meat on Friday.
Honey-dipped donuts on Sunday morning if we were good at church.
Sauce sandwiches after school was the best snack.

 Smell 

I knew my mother loved me when I’d come home from school and smell apple pie in the oven.
Our clothes smelled like fresh air from hanging on the clothesline.
My father’s hair smelled like Brylcreem.

Touch 

I had a lumpy blue pillow that I slept with for years.
I loved to wear my father’s flannel shirts to school.
We felt the itch of angel hair falling from our Christmas tree.

 See 

Our house was small and square, but was next door to the town park and pool.
The weeping willow tree in the front yard blocked the sky.
My father in his favorite red reclining chair.