Destruction

The wrecking ball
swings merrily
Tears of rubble
stream down broken walls
With each uncaring blow
a beloved childhood
home crumbles
Among the ruins
splintered shards
of treasured memories
hold a kaleidoscope
of ever-changing scenes
A joyous time
of innocent pleasures    
Sneaking out
on hot afternoons
for an ice-cold soda
Raiding the kitchen shelves
for tidbits to silence
growling stomachs
Hauling buckets of water
to cool off by the well
Lying beneath the stars
for the forbidden thrill
of listening to ghost stories              
Now the final blow lands            
the dust settles
on the good times
The past buried
but not dead
It now lives in the heart


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