Today I tried running back home
Overwhelmed by emotions in a moment of vulnerability
I ran home.
Knowing I would find nothing, wishing with all my heart that a miracle would happen.
I knew they wold not be there, yet I was hoping
Hoping to see something that would give me comfort
The garden in the back,
the rose bushes,
the old fruit trees I use to climb
the old juniper that protected the house
the chicken coop
It’s been 30 years
there is nothing left but the house
Everything is gone
My Grandmother’s trees cut down
Her garden cemented over to make a new driveway.
There is half a rose bush left with one wild pink flower
Nothing else remains