The flames licked intensely at the walls…
The shock and disbelief of watching……
Old confused people climbing out of windows on weathered, stiff limbs.
No one to help?
Tentacles of strong, warm and friendly arms….. reaching out.
Helping, carrying, lifting.
You looked at me…. So helpless.
With old, worn puppy eyes and just a nightgown to wear in the biting cold……
You found an entrance to my home.
Shivering…. Cold…..
A blanket over your trembling, chilly shoulders…..
A warm cup of coffee in your frozen hands..….
The cold, old woman transformed into a warm, soft soul as the flames go out, and this newfound soul finds its way to its smoke-filled lonesome home.
(In response to Wilfred Owen's "Strange Meeting.")
The shock and disbelief of watching……
Old confused people climbing out of windows on weathered, stiff limbs.
No one to help?
Tentacles of strong, warm and friendly arms….. reaching out.
Helping, carrying, lifting.
You looked at me…. So helpless.
With old, worn puppy eyes and just a nightgown to wear in the biting cold……
You found an entrance to my home.
Shivering…. Cold…..
A blanket over your trembling, chilly shoulders…..
A warm cup of coffee in your frozen hands..….
The cold, old woman transformed into a warm, soft soul as the flames go out, and this newfound soul finds its way to its smoke-filled lonesome home.
(In response to Wilfred Owen's "Strange Meeting.")
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