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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