Read Poem: Rug Amongst the Rubble by Laura Stephenson

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They lay on it naked
smoking when they first married
young, in love, carefree
Baby crawled and took his first steps
And mother chased sister with a slipper when she spilled sweet tea causing a stain in the corner
Countless family and friends had walked its pattern
shoes off, feet sinking in
Discussions, tears, arguments
shy whispers and laughter
All seeped into the fibres
Years of love, of loss, of life

The red trucks came on a Tuesday morning
The baby, now 23, was never seen again.

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