The Fireplace

Wonder,

One little boy sat and watched this live light every night

Light that could move, it didn't just moved, it leaped and danced!

The teacher insisted that light wasn't a living thing

But this little boy wondered if she was blind to see,

Or maybe all she taught him was wrong

How could something so obviously alive be dead?

He could not help but wonder.

Fire,

Fire, that’s what everyone called the live light

It was so alive; it was always so hot,

While other human bodies were merely warm!

Mom always called out “come away from that fire, darling”

How could something so beautiful hold any threat though?

And it had this vital force that held our little boy spell bound

Perhaps, they could form an acquaintance, he and this fire.

Betrayal,

This little boy decided to reach out to the fire

After all, at Sunday school, he was told

That all good boys must be friendly

So, he reached out to make his first contact with his friend

He had his new colorful gloves on

Fire seemed really friendly, his glove was aglow already

The boy stared at his hand in wonder

But just for a moment, because the pain became more real

He screamed, he thought they were friends!

Oh, would he ever get over this betrayal?