Remember,
When we were young,
Playing outside, Swimming,
And at night how we would pretend to hold the moon in our hands,
Then that day,
That day I could not bare,
That day I lost everything,
Lost to the Flames,
The big, red, orange,
Flames,
Shrouded by black clouds,
Neighbors astonished,
I remember that day like it was yesterday,
10 firetrucks from 10 different towns,
When I looked at my family,
All I could see was their tears through mine,
I Wish,
I wish that day was a blur,
So many memories lost in the Flames,
Those dark, red orange,
Flames,
Nothing,
Not even God himself could bring back everything,
Everything that we lost to those,
Dark, red, orange,
Flames,
You could tell those flames,
They were hungry for more,
Hungry for more of my Families memories,
I,
Shouting,
Screaming,
Telling them to stop,
But,
Still,
Not a single word,
They Did not answer,
That day,
Is just a movie in my head,
Playing,
Over,
Over
Over,
And Over again,
The Stop and Erase button broken,
Just so many,
60 years of passed on memories in my family,
Eaten,
Eaten by those,
Those Dark, red, Orange,
Flames..........