It was a book of my life,
Wrapped in muslin;
Each word carved with love
And my dreams etched on the pages.
My childhood was framed in time,
The smiles danced and chimed;
The sand castle I built still stood tall,
Memories still vivid, as I recall.
The chapter of the youthful spring
when love was in the air,
when we held hands and laughed,
the first kiss we shared.
Together we wrote a new story,
when our angel dawned;
Those giggles and whimpers filled our lives,
forever and beyond.
There was a long way to go,
with many chapters to unfold;
Many springs and many summers to come,
some told and some untold.
Then I heard the screams
piercing through the cold night;
The air filled with pain
and eyes with misery and fright.
"Hold my hand my baby"
Is all I could say;
Trying to save my book,
from the burning shades of grey.
Nothing I did could stop the fire,
that crept through the walls;
Burning the pages of my book,
and my tiny house of dolls.
Though I breathe today,
But the wind isn't the same;
It's ashes and rubble all over the place
and a life to reclaim...
