This is my entry for Beginning At Last NTT 4/25/24 challenge
Brick and mortar it is no more
Shiny glass and electric doors
Replace what was once
A place of hope
Of waiting rooms
Filled with smoke
Saw babies born
And elders die
All in the blink of a tearful eye
Lost like a job
I once had
The memories of it all
Live in my mind, ironclad
No shiny glass could withstand
That which I cannot hold in my hand
The place where my life ended
As well as it began
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Very poignant and beautiful, Amy.
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Thanks, Kevin. I know buildings aren’t usually my thing, but this one spoke to me. Well not really, but you know what I mean. 😊
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Yes, I get it totally
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👏👏👏
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Beautiful, Amy.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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I like this one.
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Thanks.
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Very moving poem, Amy! 🙂
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Thanks, Carol Anne 😊
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beautiful, Amy 🤍💫
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Thanks, Destiny ✨😊🩷
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