My eyes are set on the place I once called home,
Where memories were made and laughter was heard a million times over.
I remember the day I said a quick goodbye to my house just like I remember the scent of my mama’s sweet apple pie.
Both of these memories are things inscribed in my head until my eyes close forever.
That horrid day started so sweetly, but you wouldn’t believe how fast the sun suddenly went down.
My wife and three children were planning a day out downtown to eat some beignets.
All of my city heard the news about the storm that day and a couple days before,
but we shook our heads, laughed and joked about how the “news always says that”.
We went on with our day, not knowing what laid ahead.
If only we had listened…