Years go by
I grow older
So does mother
So does the good building
I've pictured aging
In my head
That was there for her and I
When my life began
Alongside the many infants
Crying, sleeping through the night
Hushed by the old, white walls that stood guard
Kept watch
Until time razed them into the ground
Made flat
A slab of pavement
Now grey, like the strands
Of mother's hair.