Lost Memories
It began with only a phone call.
We hurried home as fast as we could.
Standing there feeling hopeless;
just watching the flames go up;
I felt a tear trickle down my cheek.
My mother was crying;
I rushed over to try to cheer her up.
It was only a few weeks ago, my father died.
Memories of him flashed through my mind;
not only was our home gone;
but, so was every memory of my father.
Now the only memories left of him;
are the few;
I have in my mind seven years later.
All that remains in that burned down house is
lost memories.
