That hamlet where mum's lineage dwells,

Ancestral ruins, where silence swells.

Foundation stumps, a faint design,

A phenomenon strange, yet mine.

History seeps from cracked façade,

Family lore in whispers marred.

Musty scents and sounds of old,

Stories in the ruins unfold.

Creaking gates and crumbling walls,

Echoes of lives that haunt these halls.

A shadow looms, a haunting cast,

A fear of loss that grips the past.

Bulldozed ground, swept away,

Mortality's echo holds sway.

In this decay, a shadow's lore,

A sense of disconnection, forevermore.

So for now all I could do is roam

Away from where I could not go home.

Longing's grip, a heart's soft moan,

In ruins' embrace, memories sewn.