Nostalgic return to my childhood home,
My heart fills with pain at the remembrance.
That dwelling where I lived in fullness,
Its sculpted memories I feel revive.
With silver hair and tired soul,
I look for the faces of my brothers there.
A lump in my throat chokes me,
As I recall that my beloved parents lived there.
I faint as I sense their eternal absence,
A voice tells me not to look for them, that they are gone.
I no longer find them in that maternal home,
They rest in the grave, I must leave too.