this once was,
a happy place filled
with love and laughter

now a place,
of dust and tattered cobwebs hanging
where tired memories roam

in place of windows,
boards
in place of floor boards,
dirt

with  pools of slimed
water stagnant, standing
from the ceiling, opened
to the weather and time...

a broken falling down place
in middle of overgrown plot

rusting chains
of swaying swing,
jangle in blowing breeze
wooden splinters,
from old decrepit seat scattered on the ground

there were once,
children here
this was once,
a happy place,
a home

it was, was it not?