Left The Oven On
By birksy
I left the oven on, now its burnt, Now its acrid smell invades the rooms, Seeps into dust, long since rested, Keeps the glass misted up. Wasn't going to be long, Instead now forever cracks and Pops the glass from its seat, Falls silent over sounds of flames. Didn't know she was in, couldn't See her coat on the peg. Doors that are shut often stay that way, Often don't see her coming in. She would have been asleep, I Hope they find her cool in the bed, Didn't know mother was back, Till I saw her car. Written December 11th, 2000 © on Jan 07 2002 08:57 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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"I left the oven on, now its burnt,..."