Smoke stained the walls,
she heard faint calls,
she glanced around through the smoke
as she coughed, then choked,
the floor was covered in burnt debris,
seemingly discarded,
as the fire ran free,
she took a shallow breath,
kicked opened the bedroom door,
thought momentarily about death,
as she saw a child on the floor,
breathing,
slightly,
she put her hands to his face,
and he smiled tightly,
every second was going to count,
so she gathered him up quickly,
on her back he’d mount,
out the room and through the door,
death has failed to come once more.