Poetry

House on Fire

written by: playwriter008

Considerate thoughts met with inconsiderate actions.

He only scratched himself, but cried so painfully he fell asleep.

'I'll be nice and take off his helmet', I thought, 'and carry him to bed.'

Halfway unbuckled, 'I can do that myself!'

Feeling unappreciated, aggrivated I pulled it off.

As if pulling the latch to a fire alarm, the distressing siren blarred; and instead of carrying him to his bed, I barely dragged him past the door.

Warm, almost motherly thoughts, gingerly tending to my sweet brother turned out to be nothing more than

'House On Fire'

'I just wanted to help.'

But even then I know, when he gets older, he'll still think I was the one who lit the match.