The Cradle

The place that cradled me is burning

Ashes flutter down on zephyrs of pain

No door to welcome my footsteps any longer

No bed to lay my weary head

The kitchen where I ate in silence

The hall where shadows pulled at my vision

The windows that looked out on nature’s creation

The room where sadness comforted me

So many echoes of memories past

So many keepsakes now burnt to ash

Flames frame the pictures of family and friends

Smoke screens the place I once sought to avoid

Smoke screens the place that once was my sanctuary

The place that cradled me is burning

The heart inside of me is yearning

Here is the place I felt was my own

This is the house where I grew up alone

The End

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