Up In Smoke
I was five when our house went up in smoke
My dad was out of work, and we were flat broke
There was no fire department in Hico, W.Va.,
We could only stand by and watch the melee
As neighbors tried to save whatever they could,
But fire quickly swallowed up the soft pine wood
Thankfully, our grandparents could take us in
As my parents pondered how to begin again
To recover from the loss of almost everything,
For our family the fire was a grand awakening
As we learned how suddenly goods can be taken,
A belief in divine providence can also be shaken.
HONORABLE MENTION
written January 14, 2022
"Up in Smoke"
for "This or That, Vol 9" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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