Once Upon A Place

If home is where your story begins, Why does it feel unlike home at the end? A picture in my mind about yesterday was a little bit divine. But the darkness I felt today was heavy and a bit too unkind. I had been informed that the house was no longer there. But I thought there'd be something for me to share. Instead, all I could do was cry inside and stare. Feeling like a frozen ball of emotion, it was much too cold to bear. I never realized it would hurt so bad to return. Or that a return to my little hometown would be enough to astound me. A playground with a merry-go-round was gone. Nothing that I felt was like anything I had known in all my days. Where my house and my childhood friend's house once stood, There were now cultivators, tractors, and combiners. My wife was by my side, but I felt so much alone. Such was the area of the village where I was born. It seemed every nerve piece of my body was torn. It once was home where I had first begun to learn; But yesterday and today became hard to discern. It was 'once upon a place', so challenging to trace; and The tangibles are gone, but the memories will not be erased. 061524PS