She throws the stones
In the fire
Place of grandma past

She can’t help
The tears stream down
Covering her face

Her cousin calls
He’s lost sight
Of her very presence

Wondering why
She’d sit and cry
Round nothing but a ruin

For he can call here
Every day
Knows precisely
From where he comes

But she has only
Come to know
From where she comes
With these stones

People move
Migrate around
Looking for some hope

People move
Don’t look back
Looking to survive

But who are we
Where do we fit
Some eventually ask

Where can we flow
Feel at home
Heart and stomach full