Knowing, now, that where I played
with my family as a child is gone,
forever gone and lost under you,
I am disheartened and grieve in these lines.
All that I have (faded memories), lies
and lines of free verse written out,
falter as they cannot catch at it
with veridity and any sense of strength.
But I shall not remain as you shall,
and I too shall fade as that favourite place,
that golden memory etched in my verse
like a leitmotif of silence and poignancy.