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The Sacrifices Of The Flame
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The Sacrifices Of The Flame |
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DewDropRoses Junior Member
since 2002-09-18
Posts 20WV |
The Sacrifices Of The Flame Smoke filling his lungs, leaving his breath faint and weak Hurriedly rushing up the stairs, I heard the floorboards as they creaked Ablazed from head to toe, he quickly grasped me in his arms A moving flame rushed to save me, leading me away from burning harm. Once landed safely on the trampoline, I stood up to see the man Back into the burning window, disappeared a blazing shoulder, then a hand. Later at the hospital, momma was crying while I pretended to sleep I didn't want to disturb her, fearing her thoughts were much too deep. Daddy must have gone to the cafeteria, to get them both some food Probably stuck patiently inline, behind the folgers decafe craving brood Moving softly upwards, not to startle momma as she cried She quickly rose to hold me, later waking up side by side. Released the following morning, I found myself dressed in black A tie and shoes with laces, cole black dress socks with matching slacks My hair was caked with hair gel, a dab of some cologne Not wanting to have a party, I just wanted to go home. Through the field we marched, with a dozen more people or so I wanted to climb trees with Jimmy, but momma wouldn't let me go Standing amongst a field of stones, dried flowers placed all around A preacher reading from his bible, I stood facing the fresh soil of the ground. ---------------------------------------------------- Bent down on one knee, now ten years later, I still remember it all Lack of oxygen, a flaming man, the cries and screams, my terrified fall. For many years after, not once did I see daddy around Momma always told me he feared I'd never let him live it down. I suppose I grew to hate him, for leaving the son behind he almost lost Or maybe then I just needed a reason to blame myself for what that day cost Glancing upon the stone, I understand now the sacrifices of the flame For now rained on by my tears, the burning man takes daddy's name. Copyright 2002 Amy Marie Hess |
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Miah Senior Member
since 2002-08-26
Posts 1062Pennsylvania |
This was so sad. enjoyed the read. thanks for sharing.  |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Enjoyed the read. Good poem Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
Posts 972Texas |
Indeed, a sad piece. Very touching write. Hey dog, did you see the size of that chicken!? |
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