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 From My Heart
a pantoum for Juan and Yolanda

From my heart a flame connecting me to you
Shoes, clothes, books lost in the fire, but most of all, home
Another mobile home you’ll find, somewhere or other
Years of saving money now nothing but smoldering ash
 
Shoes, clothes, books lost in the fire, but most of all, home
It’s only stuff you say with tears in your eyes
Years of saving money now nothing but smoldering ash
Two children afraid to come back to what was home
 
It’s only stuff you say with tears in your eyes
When I asked what you needed you said shoes
Two children afraid to come back to what was home
You could have said I want to feel safe again, but that I cannot give
 
When I asked what you needed you said shoes
Another mobile home you’ll find, somewhere or other
You could have said I want to feel safe again, but that I cannot give
From my heart a flame connecting me to you