Smoke filled skies
Tangerine inflamed sun
Tired eyes, tired heart
It’s raining ash and ash
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
You hold my hand
and
tell me the stories you told the girls
when you put them to bed.
The fire still rages.
We quietly tiptoe into our room
To not wake the baby
We whisper I love yous
He scratches my back
We wrap ourselves in sheets
And sleep.