How are mom and dad doing?
I haven’t heard from them since the letters I last wrote,
I easily find time slipping away from me, no matter how hard I try to grasp it,
You’re my one constant.
I remember how we used to poke fun at one another,
As we watched the world around us crumble…
Laughing so carelessly,
But it seems that now all I can notice is the bad that surrounded us,
The bad that surrounded home.