Among the Bricks

Among the bricks; I am the last one standing. 

I've attended the same church all my life. 

But everything has changed. 

My sister and brother moved away...

And my mother and father now prefer another church. 

So I go alone. 

And it breaks my heart. 

Because my church was home. 

I grew up there. 

People prayed for me when I was born. 

I want to get married there. 

One day. 

Among the bricks. 

Even though

I am the last one

Standing 

Reviews

[just is]

Wow. I so can understand this write. This is an emotional read.

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. Old and safe places. We need to hold on to. It is sad when places of joy become lonely. Thank you dear Kathryn for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

[Levi Levin]

It has a good story to it Great piece!