The Old Place Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I hadn't gone that way for years
There was no reason to
The place we found our shelter then
Demolished, built anew

There was no sign of that grand tree
We waited for to bloom
And when the time for mangoes came
We scampered from our room

For there was little to be gleaned
In those now distant times
The world was harsh and people cruel
The streets knew many crimes

But we were still a family
And that meant quite a lot
We overlooked those challenges
Our love a tight wound knot

Today they all have gone away
And made lives of their own
But I will not forget that street
Will they, now that they're grown?