*The wind whistles through the house.

There’s no one for miles

What used to house 3 beautiful babies

A loving mother

With a overworked father

Now quiet

Dry of laughter

Drained of love

And home cooking

Home to sand snakes

Spiders

All life

But love

No music plays

No dance battles

Decades of blood, sweat and tears

Swept away

Steamy

Dry

Dead

With just

Wind

Sand and

Anger

History

Only to be framed

To be read about

What storms can do to families