going home

a woman returning to the place she once lived, after a war.

'This is where we used to play; i can sense it'
All it is, is a hole in the ground.
'My house was right...here'
Standing on a mass of rubble opening up her arms.
'And my family lies here'
Pointing to a mound of dirt...
'With everyone else who lived in my villlage'
A small community ruined by war,
One old lady left, ready to die,
In her home: a pile of rubble.