Even Through War

In early days, the hearth still glowed,

With laughter rich and voices clear,

The windows whole, the garden sowed,

A haven calm and free of fear.

But soon the drums began to sound,

A rumble deep beneath the earth,

The air grew thick, the walls undone,

The scent of smoke erased their worth.

The floors, once warm, now cracked and scarred,

The roof, once whole, now torn apart,

Where children played, now watches guard,

A home betrayed, but still a heart.

The kitchen stove, no longer bright,

Its fire quenched by shadows deep,

Where love once held, now endless nights,

As those within, in silence weep.

A soldier’s hand, a mother’s prayer,

The earth reclaimed its ruthless toll,

Yet still the hearth, though cracked with care,

Refused to yield, and kept its soul.

Through shattered walls and broken glass,

The echoes linger, faint yet true,

For what was lost, no time will pass,

That home remains- though war withdrew.

The stones may crumble, and walls decay,

But memories endure, as fire in stone,

For even through the darkest day,

The heart still beats where love is grown.