The fire
By Butterfly
If I close my eyes, And think hard,I can still see it.If I let my mind wander,if I go back through those old memories, I can still feel it,The fear,the sense of not knowing,Of wondering why.Why is mom crying,Why are we running, Why are we leaving our home?I try to stall,I hope by stayingIt will be alright.The nightof the fireIs still in my mind,I want to lose it in the ashes of the pastBut need it to buildThe foundation of tomorrow.When I was two or three we had a house fire. It was Christmas time, we came back to our home to find our living room, my presents, and our tree on fire. My mother wishes I would just forget, and not try to stir up those memories. But I can't help it, when I see the lights on from the outside, it brings back the few memories I do have. Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 12:27 PM PST 0 • 1
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"If I close my eyes, And think hard,I can still see it.If I let my mind wander,if I go back through those old memories, I can still feel it,The fear,the sense of not knowing,Of wondering why.Why is mom crying,Why are we running, Why are we leaving our home?I try to stall,I hope by stayingIt will be alright.The nightof the fireIs still in my mind,I want to lose it in the ashes of the pastBut need it to buildThe foundation of tomorrow.When I was two or three we had a house fire. It was Christmas time, we came back to our home to find our living room, my presents, and our tree on fire. My mother wishes I would just forget, and not try to stir up those memories. But I can't help it, when I see the lights on from the outside, it brings back the few memories I do have...."