#WritcoPoemChallenge
Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...

Her eyes where so dark red a rose would be a reflected in them.🌹

Her checks glowed red in the moving light of the fire.

Was this my real memory of my mum when she was so gentle and kined.

Ho how I wish I could her her shot stop do not do that wait till your father get home.

It as been 10 years now she left me with lots of happy memories so why run a round crying let the happiness of the git of love fill you soul

We all live for eternaty x💕