A babe awakes grows strong
learns from all it sees and hears
And as it grows and adds the years
Sadly, like crumbling plaster
innocence trickles out
the once bright mind
Held tight to love and laughter
Perhaps the joys of
son and daughter,
Loosens its hold and
Sadly, like crumbling plaster
The memories trickle out
A small brook goes babbling on
within the banks that hold it true
Rushed over stones and greater grew
until the banks grew weak then
sadly like crumbling plaster
let its laughter trickle out
a home once held tight
by wattle and daub
Crushed by wars,
maybe family feuds
and crumbling plaster lost its hold
And history trickled out
Jayne Marshall
2018
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