where I couldn't 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 the day.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I remember a Shangralas' song, " I can never go home anymore"---

sometimes we just can't....I have been by the house, the last house, in which my parents lived...I realized if I knocked on the door, the people who live there would have no idea who I am...
a son never finding home again.
j.

[Red Brick Keshner]

You got that spot on! Thanks j 🙏🏻