Detach (meant)

Family is what you make it, right?
A home is where you reside?
Somehow, that can't be all!

For it does all disappear.
The very thing we all fear...

A son without a father.
A mother who lost the way.
Just another day.

What if it was never there?
What if this world didn't care?

A leaf tumbling on the ground
A portrait within a painting
A shooting star born of calamity
A shark tooth washing ashore
A joke told with no humor
Bones from the past that bore the weight of a life full of strife - full of the pain that leads to disdain afforded a bird...
with broken wings.

A home is what it was,
and family somehow made it
all that it was, all that it was.

Will any of it reappear?
Just start it over, I fear.

Will the next parents be true
in an imperfect world of dust?
That kind of trust, is up to you.

I know that it can't be true,
that hope cannot be new?

A half-mast flag forgotten in a field
A leaning oak-frame with no roof
A Jewish man making the Hajj
A remnant tulip in the woods
A footprint in the sands
of the past that just could not last, that did all wash away with every passing day, a world that wouldn't stay still, that went too fast...
way too fast...

too fast.