#HomecomingPoetry

Childhood Home

That courtyard where I once danced with tinkling anklets,
Now stands silent, as if a song has fallen asleep,
The dollhouse, built with bricks of my dreams,
Still rests in the corner, but it has slipped from my sight.

The loving shade of my mother, the sweet aroma of the kitchen,
Father’s shoulders, where I felt taller than the world,
Everything is still here, yet why does my heart feel heavy?
Maybe it’s me who has changed, or time has come too close.

Those walls, where I once carved my name,
They still hold the witness of my being,
But that innocence, that era of laughter,
Seems to have been left behind somewhere on the path.

Every corner, every faded game,
Whispers the stories of my childhood,
But now I search for that little girl,
Who ran carefree with open hair.

The house is the same, but I’ve somehow lost myself,
Those alleys, that roof, once recognized my smile,
Now feel like strangers to me,
Perhaps it's me who has drifted too far away.

Even upon returning, something feels incomplete,
Maybe I’m coming back,
But that girl, that childhood,
Has stayed somewhere behind,
The house still stands,
But I am no longer the same.


© Pensive Princy