Oh my beautiful house
I still see you through the carnage and debris
Scattered wood and broken glass
Charred remains of the staircase
A stove I should have extinguished
But I remember you how you were
Smouldering ashes and the smell of heat
Dark patches on crumbling walls
A picture of my father still hanging
The sole survivor of the blaze
Makes me remember you how you were
Memories drift up into the air
Like spirits floating to the light
Or genies escaping their lamps
I won't forget the joy you gave me
Restoration will take almost a year
And my parents house is nostalgia
Soon though we will be one again
Making new imprints of happiness
So be patient my decrepit old friend
Till the day I finally get back home