With Love and Immolation

I awoke early one morn
to a most brazen heat
as I opened my eyes
horror reviled me so completely-
with no time to ponder
I saw my cracked pipe on the floor,
flames licked all around me
and made blockade of the door.
   It was hard to break free
from the grip of my terror-
but to have stood any longer
were a most fatal error
And through stinging fumes
I searched for a solution or cure,
screaming out at my hesitations
with an almighty furore.
   Then quick as a hare, I leapt,
smashing through the window
and running, I carried on
to the crisp air of the meadow.
But too hasty, as a fool;
from the house I heard screams!
How could I forget my children,
my re-entry now blocked by collaps'd beams.
They cried for their father
who was helpless with woe
and they clawed through small crevice
tiny hands, to-and-fro,
and I cried on the lawn
as their flesh was stripped from their bones.
I collapsed feeling wretched
for my cowardice and desertion,
but God almighty be just
for my poignant immersion!
   I awoke in my chair,
feeling I had learnt a lesson
I tossed my pip and kissed my children-
each one a blessing...