CONDEMNED

by Richard Schnap

I remember the house
With the shattered window
The leaking roof
The cold furnace

It still stands today
Overgrown with weeds
Covered with graffiti
Littered with excrement

But laying on its lawn
Is a broken doll
A bent swing set
A rusted tricycle

Relics of a time
When it cradled laughter
When it nurtured hope
When it was someone’s home