Childhood Reference!
In an unfamiliar thorny place,
my grandparent’s home once stood.
Gone were the sounds of voices.
Sign of life swallowed up.
The spot where we played,
path our footsteps made
where grass faded, gone.
So were my childhood references.
Wind and tress alone amused.
I stood perplexed, uncertain
of what I was sure of.
Still memories persisted.
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