I had a beautiful home by the railroad
A beautiful life
A beautiful husband
It was all consumed in fire
My beautiful long brown hair
My beautiful long red dress
My beautiful curtains made by hand
It was all consumed in fire
My beautiful shoes
My beautiful bed
My beautiful table
It was all consumed in fire
My beautiful plates that I painted
My beautiful garden that I planted
My beautiful window I used to bird watch
It was all consumed in fire
How could I tell anyone
There was no time
I was already gone
I was consumed in fire
Nobody knew
It was deemed an accident
No one saw the person watching
As my beautiful world
Was consumed in fire
~Danielle Standiford
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