Where Once It All Stood

A travel back in time,

To that place we once called home,

I can picture it in my mind, the house, the family, the good times,

The horror, the defeat, the love, the pride, all we’d ever known.

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Will you join on my walk down memory lane,

Picture the perfect family, the joy,

A mother, a father, a sister,

And then me — that little boy.

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I stand at the concrete steps,

Holding the rusted handrail,

That’s all that’s left of the place, in the future,

In my mind I can see every wooden plank and shiny nail.

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It’s gloomy here in the now,

The trees barren, even dead,

The house is gone, the gardens died,

The parents and sister have passed, but it’s still alive in my head.

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I hear the laughter echoing down the hall,

I feel the roughness of every wall under my hand,

I see in my mind the beautiful love between Mum and Dad,

Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to understand.

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My memories hear the whistle of a slap,

Feels the burning print upon my bare butt,

Discipline, no longer allowed in this day and age,

Teaching me right from wrong, drilling it into my mind, my gut.

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It’s sad to see the desolation in this picture,

Of a place that moulded me into the man I have now become,

Although it no longer exists,

It’ll live on in my memories forever, precious and then some.

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