It wasn't a fire – It was a flood – Felt like a fire
What to take? What could he take?
Pictures? Clothes?
Hurry the water is almost to your door.
Medicine? Important Papers?
He was an old man. His house was full of things.
They told him his ticker was bad.
Guns? Food?
His wife was dead. His children had disowned him –
all five of them.
Neighbors fled at the sight of him.
Cash? Coin Collection?
In the end he took one thing and one thing only,
a framed photograph that had been hanging in
the same spot for 65 years.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
The Photograph
Tru Dillon has been involved in art since she was born. Drawing, painting, singing and writing have captured her interest above all else. She wrote her first book of poems at 12 years of age and has since written many more poems and is hoping someday to create another book of her poetry. For now she is content to write on the World Wide Web. To contact Tru Dillon please go to her web page http://poemandprose.wordpress.com/ and send her a comment.
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