Where? Poem by Kevin Carney

Where is the rose garden?
Sitting, so pretty, when I was young.
Where is that dogwood?
Sitting, so majestically…
Shading everyone from the harsh sun’s rays.
On those hot summers days.
Where is the house?
Sitting, so tall, sheltering a young child….
Where was I?
When that house was torn down...
Going to school learning about progress…
Too busy to ever care…
Where were you, when I came back?
To see what was done…
Childhood roots no longer there…
Just a slab of asphalt…
Called a super highway.