Where There Is Water

Dreaded start of the night,

The never-ending fight,

My eyes close despite,

Showed a tired brain’s might.

There came a hose,

A curse to those,

Imagination that will pose,

From imagination it rose.

A fireman I am,

Inside and outside,

A heroic act turns to shame,

The fire is put out,

But at what cost?

Find a sunny spot,

Make sure it is hot,

The mattress I just bought,

Now like the rest, only a thought.

By Meghan Pandit