I wandered around my grandmother's house, reminiscing
The walls that were the first hurdles I ever conquered,
The resplendent garden where my childhood bloomed,
The worn-out furniture I had once vanquished,
The kitchen where I tasted nothing but delicacies,
The voice that lulled me into the deepest of slumbers.
I look at my brother, his eyes too seem lost in the past
Together we look back, at this collection of childhoods,
This resilient foothold of our shared memories,
How long can it withstand the ravages of time?