The Night of the Fire

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 *****! 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