The pillar of the home
That is supposed to be the father
That’s supporting the dome
Like there is no other
As the pillar gets old
And cracks appear all over
He is no longer bold
Seeks help from the mother
To hold the weight of the roof
Takes both of them together
They really need each other
Now more than ever
From the collection's own note: the images with these poems are AI-created artistic renderings by the source, not historical photographs.