Mom wasn’t home that day but when she returned her home was in ashes. All her possessions vanished, along with irreplaceable family photos and memorabilia. I wrote my first children’s book when I was eleven with pencil and paper. It died in the fire too. Poor Mom.
I have only a few photos of my family and myself. I wish I had more as my core family is deceased; mother, father, two younger brothers and my baby sister (nine years younger than me). How I wish I could reflect on the happier times of family life through those lost pictures. But, all I have are vivid memories of traumatic events.
It is devastating when tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, mudslides, and fires destroy a home.
When life destroys tangible memories
Stealing them from your mind
It hurts the heart
But the past has passed
And the future unknown
We have Now
Nothing can steal joy from you
Even in the midst of pain
And tuck these new memories
Away in the treasure box
Hidden in your heart.
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