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A childhood home

of rivers and the freedom to wander.

A childhood home

washed away by flooding.

A new home

that doesn’t want us to stay.

A new home

of hard work, sleepless nights, and tears.

A childhood home

where there were more than us five,

parents, siblings, and me.

A childhood home

with friends who ate at our table

and chased us into the river on hot days.

A new home

with only four of us,

parents, sister, and me.

A new home

that is eating us alive,

leaving less and less of us to wake up.

A childhood home

wh...