You stepped in , the door screeches
Loud voices , Champaign and faithful faces.
You smiled , sigh , prayed and thanked ,
You stepped closer; stepped in blank.
Standing in the middle facing the mirror
Eyes blurry , echoes and whimper.
The faces you laughed with are the memories;left behind ,
Dusting the old frames
Travelling back in the time.
You grew young ,
They grew old.
Happy you are ,
They were wrinkly and secure.
Sitting in hush
Looking at the desolate home.
What the world it could be
With a shaky thought -
Am I back home ?
Encountered with the
Beauty of kindness , love and preach ,
Tears rolling down
Smiling and in relief.
Nothing makes a home
Unless the folks and cheers ,
Securing the box of memories treasured.
Not in grief , but
It's the day you smile through tears.
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