National Poetry Month: Locomotion

The other day
I read a little book
about a little boy
coping with the challenges brought on by
a tragedy.
A fire
that ravaged his family
and
changed
everything.

As I read
and learned
and grew
with that boy
I remembered being a little girl,
frightened because of
a fire
that burned in the attic,
but
changed
nothing.

It reminded me how easily
that night
could have turned out so very
different
and made me wonder if I
would have been as strong
as that little boy
in this little book
if our fires had turned out
the same.