Mommy pick up the matches

Tells me to step back

She walks toward the fire places and scrapes the match against the box

The fireplace is aglow

Mommy is talking to me,

she is going to grab more wood

She tells me to stay away from the fire

I smile so she’ll know I’ll be good

Mommy smiles back and then leaves

I watch the fire for a little bit and than get bored

I think of how pretty it is

How easy it would be to reach out and just touch them

They look like streamers

That Mommy put up for my fourth birthday last week

I reach out

The fire is warm

The heat burns my hand but I think of the streamers

How pretty they were and much fun I had with them

But then I trip on something

The poker

I fall headfirst

Into the fire