He was only 7, and he loved life.
Had a passion for motorcycles.
Loved his mom, and dad.
Had a 9 year old sister.
I read the article, and try not to weep.
I have children of my own, and I tend to watch them as they sleep.
I could not imagine, the feelings they felt.
I didn’t even know them, and its crushing me.
He was too young, not even a chance.
I’m trying to hold back, but the sensation is so strong.
The fire struck, and he was chosen.
The father stood there, outside the home.
The daughter was rescued.
He was trapped.
Daddy could do nothing, but stand there and watch.
It was too late, the fire had won.
She had been burned, but nothing like him.
A life had been claimed, and the day was done.