Rumination of Remains

 




Rumination of Remains


I am abandoned when I needed the utmost care.

I still feel the reverberating energy in me.

 

The laughter of children and the prayers of women.

Those energies are converted to memories in me.

 

I communicate in memory with my past residents.

I look up to the future only to ruminate about the past.

 

New houses are like just-born children with no memories.

A house becomes a home when it has lots of memories.

 

I wait for decades for the few minutes people visit me.

Time will pass and seasons come and go.

 

I may not withstand the test of time.

But even when I become particles,

I will still be hanging around here,

Waiting to be revived by the footsteps of kids,

Who come to visit me to share their nostalgia.

 


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