Vacant houses upon lively streets lay ashen and withered with neglect.
Once there was life inside that shell, floorboards creaking in late night passion, or more often then not the sluggish patter of feet searching for a midnight snack.
The Windows are now boarded up refusing the light of the world to dance inside the dusty chamber once more.
This cluster of wood is a giving tree of nurturing, a wobbly toddler once learnt how to walk upon the flocculent carpet, growing right from the core of the foundation.
When I gaze at these houses I can't help but think of..
Mother.