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There’s a house missing,
on the road, you paved,
in this, bustling city,
that is, my heart.

It was home, to all, our reminiscing,
on the misty, cul-de-sac, I’d wave,
with knees, grazed, and, gritty,
as you, smiled, like an arc.

The beloved bricks, and, mortar, that held,
your house, and, our familial bonds,
together;
are, now, used, in the future homes,
of your children, and, grandchildren.

Those bricks, will be grouted, and meld,
with water, from, a familial pond,
forever;
so, impressions, you made, on your stones,
will, eternally, house your kin.

We miss you daily,
and, remember, mainly,
the way, you helped; shape, build, and, bring love, into, our lives.

And, sometimes, maybe,
we cry, and, smile, bravely,
knowing, that; we are your building blocks, and; in us, you, survive.

#EchoesOfAbsence

© poormansdreams

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