As a child

Of small palms

And little qualms

I held my tiny house with care

 

And in it I stored

My love

My hope

My dreams

and fears

 

And as I grew

Did too my house expand

And soon I no longer could carry it

In the palms of my hands

 

So then I set my house down

simply growing next to it

Til one day new dreams drew me away

And so began my exit

 

Now with bones brittled

And eyes that barely see

A breath, no longer clear and fast

I wander back to thee

 

My not so tiny home.

 

Yet now I find you rot

Your frame weaker than mine

Your roof caved in

Your fence a -bend

Your door no longer open

On the same old trodden plot

 

An un-welcome, you've exited.

I'm homeless without thee.

My fears,

My hopes,

My love

and dreams.