where I could no longer go home

That hamlet where mum\'s lineage dwells,

Ancestral ruins, where silence swells.

Foundation stumps, a faint design,

A phenomenon strange, yet mine.

 

History breathes in broken stone,

Family lore in whispers grown.

Sights and sounds, scents of old,

Stories in these ruins unfold.

 

But in this decay, a shadow\'s cast,

A reminder of life that cannot last.

Bulldozed, ground, swept away,

Mortality\'s echo, can\'t win that day.