Why my children?
The sour smell of ashes in the air,
fire sirens beating there little eardrums.
People drawn to the sounds.
Curious, concerned.
They where some of those people.
Ladders punched through the windows,
smoke poured out.
It became harder for them to breath.
My children,
silent with shock.
Could do nothing but watch.
There house burn to ashes.
The fire spread,
spiraling to the unscathed floor.
The bright colors of the fire
against the dark night,
ENGULFING OUR HOME!
Memories of Jan.22nd. 2005 2:30am
