A Rambling Poet

Rookie (Feb.1 / Ottawa, Ontario, Canada)

Old Photographs

I watched Mom, after the fire, crying, crying
The fire had destroyed our old Victorian home
A house that held treasures and many memories
I still see the old attic, where I played with dolls

The house stood, in the night, just a shell, gone
In a circle of neighbors, tears were long shed
My Mom sent a pray to God, for saving our lives
I still see my old room, pretty pictures on the wall

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