Was it an earth tremor, or children that climbed the wall day after day, waking its lines high above their word, dreaming of possibilities?
Was it the steady drip of rain that pooled in a crevice, then froze night after night, expanding, pushing the bricks, forming a hairline crack?
Was it overlooked?
Was there someone there to notice as the crack widened, allowing more and more water to pervade its strength?
There is no evil in the steady flow of time, or rain. Nor is it wrong for children to chase dreams. Life wares.
But, even strength needs to be maintained, supported, and repaired.
©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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