Poetry by Princess Mazagwu

I once saw a house completely made of ashes
I knew when I saw it
My fate was sealed
But I had no choice
I walked towards the house
Recklessly kicking stones in my path
They turned brittle
Forming granite clouds of dust
As if made of sand
Now up the driveway
I sit on the ash porch
Ringing my ash hands
Counting the minutes go by
I finally hear the distant rumble of an approaching car
Jump from the porch
Not long after it comes to a grinding halt
She steps out
Weary arms beckoning
I run as fast as my legs can carry me
Tears if relief streaming down my cheeks
Trails of moisture through the gray
The sun’s warmth wrapped around me
We turn arm in arm
And walk home together