Billowing clouds. Blackened soot. Embers, ashes Rises to the dawn.
Pictures and memories Writhe among flames. Tears falling. Silent sobs Among a fire engine’s roar.
Splashes of water Dousing dreams. Hopes, carried on streams Toward the drain.
Clutching her doll. Watching the flames. “What about Teddy?” Mom shakes her head.
“We’ll get a new Teddy, baby.”