The Day the House Burned Down
The phone ringing at 4am
my mother on the other line
"it's all gone, the house, everything" she tells me
every piece of furniture, every memory
She was asleep and would have continued to sleep
if it wasn't for the dog that the flames kept
For the ones she saved, the smoke almost took them.
I grew up the day the house caught fire,
the day that it burned for 10 hours
the day that I could have lost my mom
without telling her I loved her the night before
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