Burnt pages of my book...

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...