Let it Crumble

Let me crumble, she cried through her tears,

House quiet, empty, her duty done.

He walked away, neglected their nest,

A mother’s chores from many to none.

Yellow kitchen, echoes of the past,

Thanksgiving dinner, dirty wine glass.

Shoes by the door not worn anymore,

Young voices vanished, and weeds in the grass.

Let it crumble, she silently sighed,

Lean on the ladder, feeling it fall.

An old, popcorn ceiling’s final breath,

A thread of pain, surrendering all.

A dream had died, she needed some peace,

Reshape the space where the children grew.

Chipped walls to paint, warm red, calming gray,

Design a path and a home that’s new.

Let this crumble, she said to the air,

Illusion that home is windows and doors.

Rooms, tables, chairs, all neatly laid out,

Cooking, laundry and cleaning the floors.

People move on, dreams change it is true,

Broken hearts beat, it’s not time to give in.

Shift the furniture, rebuild her life,

Light burrows back, solid strength from within.

Let you crumble, she said to her fear,

Nothing to lose, only love to share.

Family is anyone who needs a roof,

Door’s always open, happiness there.

Here is a place where laughter can grow,

Everyone welcome, connecting restarts.

Honor the past, it’s the present that lives,

Home’s always been here, my open heart.