I Wonder

Most every day Little Prince and I go for a walk.  On our way we pass a set of stairs I call the stairs to nowhere.  They go to a grassy lot that shows no sign of anything having been there.  They make me wonder.  A house had to have been there at one point.  But there's nothing at all there now.  At some point a home was there.  Maybe someone brought their baby home there.  Maybe it was a home filled with stories; stories of first kisses, first steps, first teeth, and first loves.  It was a home with family memories of Christmases, birthdays, and family pets.  But all of that history has been lost to time.  There's nothing there anymore and all that is left is this lonely set of stairs to nowhere.