where I couldn’t go home

That hamlet where mum's lineage dwells,
Ancestral ruins, where silence swells.
Foundation stumps, a faint design,
A phenomenon strange, yet mine.

History breathes in broken stone,
Family lore in whispers grown.
Sights and sounds, scents of old,
Stories in the ruins unfold.

But in this decay, a shadow's cast,
A reminder of life that cannot last.
Bulldozed, ground, swept away,
Mortality's echo, can't win the day.

So for now all I could do is roam
away from where I could not go home.