We did have a house fire in the mid 90s on the second floor of our home. We had to move out for about 6 months while the house was made livable again. Quite an ordeal. But thank God, no one was injured except for some smoke...which we seemed to get over quickly. Not something I would EVER want to go through in the middle of the night...wile we were soundly sleeping. Thankfully, one of my daughters woke up in time for everyone to get out...we called 911 on the way out. And yes, all of those plans were left behind...as I remember.
Been there, done that in 1995. (I really forgot the year.)
I grabbed my kids, car keys and purse; glad to be alive!
Preparedness had been a theme; and logical, it did seem.
I even had a 3-day supply upon which I could rely.
(for emergencies…like hurricanes…and such)
Clothes and food ready in my trunk.
Always tucked away…my spunk!
And… I had many mental plans
I knew exactly what I would take.
Family History records, a must.
And pictures for memory's sake,
Oh, documents, the legal type,
(To avoid unnecessary confusion)
Preparedness to me was no hype.
But when the fire blazed and survival was at stake,
My head became very clear; decisions were not dazed.
I grabbed my kids, car keys and purse.
And the plans went up with the blaze.
(Smiles…but the trunk was packed!)
© February 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Last Chance
Sponsored by: kristen bruni