And the Grand Oak Stands
Fire destroys and memories remain, some good, some bad, all in thoughtful refrain
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The scorched chimney stood tall and defiant against the blue sky
Of the cool September morning
Perched among the blackened rubble of my cherished youth
The smell of a campfire assailed my senses
Forcing me to resolve the past with what now surrounded me.
The burned remains of an antique dresser
Once a monument to my vanity, now, nothing more than a shadow
Of my past self...
Countless times I'd wished for, begged for my childhood to be erased
Blotted out tenderly with Kleenex tissues in the dark nights where I waited
Thinking, “please don’t come, please don’t come.”
But he came anyway...
This new devastation was not in my plan. Not dreamed of or imagined.
Not this violent fiery death that licked its way from one room to another
Erasing my past, my story,
Evidence of that secret life.
The lemon tree—left scorched and dead, withering, it seemed, in defeat
While the giant oak trees, with their prickly leaves, stood grand and tall—
Watching.
Silent observers throughout the years, they remained
Granting the only thing they could—
the smallest whisper of a memory
I used to make fingernails with those leaves—painting them bright red
With the nail polish my mother gave me.
It was their peace offering, spilling out from the branches above—
falling like snowflakes into my hands.
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Susan Sargis
I've been writing my whole life. I've been published online, and I have a short story on Amazon Kindle titled "Good Girl Gone." Excited to read many stories, poems and prose here on this site. I read a lot because it improves my writing.
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