Daffodil Remains

Far back a country lane
The sun splays across the forest floor
To light a row of daffodils.
One would not notice casually
The crumbling steps, for they betray the sight.
In looking closer, it appears
It was somebody's home.
Someone built this place
Poured all their love and money to it.
In it, they raised children,
There were Sunday dinners
And Christmas stockings
And bedtime stories shared.
Someone did their homework
At a kitchen table,
And someone hung the laundry out to dry.
There were tears here, and laughter,
A life built around such a home as this.
And so I wonder with a degree of sorrow
Why someone merely saw a house
Where there used to be a home,
Why in just a few scant generations
Someone left it behind to be reclaimed
By earth-- why no one fought for them
Who labored long and loved within those walls.
Sunny, happy, daffodils on a forest floor
Planted once by loving hands,
But then abandoned,
The home, it is no more.