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Poem: Home Sweet Home

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HOME SWEET HOME

By Katherine Givens

Rotting wood and rusting nails

Mark the ruins of this abandoned home.

The porch where a couple once drank lemonade,

Vines crawl up the splintered columns.

The window where a mother watched her children play,

Crystal shards glint in the sunlight.

The yard where children gallivanted for hours,

Beer cans, glass, and trash rot amongst the weeds.

The threshold a father crossed after a day of work,

Decaying like a corpse in the ground.

The dining room where a family took their meals,

Caved in from the weight of charred firewood.

The roof that covered sleeping heads,

Missing from the flames that claimed the family.

Rotting wood and rusting nails

Mark the joyous memories of a kin,

But also stands as a monument to their deaths.

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