Before you break the walls
Let me recollect the lullabies
I sang for him in the room.
Before you demolish our home
Let me look for his toys
His colour, pencils, his bicycle
His money box, marbles and all
He possessed.
Haste not and don't throw away
His books, his diaries
His letters, his dreams
Everything cherished here.
Before you destruct the home
Let me sit in the bedroom and
Remember how i lulled him to sleep,
Before you break the walls,
Let me go in to feed him
My breast milk.
My memories dilapidated like my home
I am searching his soul, while he, my body
In the rubble.
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