My childhood memories
swept away like dust
on an old woman's porch.
A loving home
has been demolished.
Hours spent playing
with my friends
treated as if
they were garbage.
The laughter
and the tears
the minutes
and the years.
My families past
is slowly slipping away.
I don't know how to feel
I want to lay down and cry.
But I guess I have to accept it
even though I don't want to
Nothing ever stays the same.Nothing
