A place called home with flapping walls.
Weak spine. No ancient brave stones.

Morning's new,
Staring at the blue.
Temporarily, hoped.

Quite sad,
     Even more so for you.
Grandmother, dreamt of warm bed holding her body's last breath.
     Grayed head, lies gently on dirt road.

Forefathers, foremothers,
Keep eyes shut.

Foldable drenched tent replaces white palace.
     Torn flag blows.