310 Charred Bricks (Poem for LA)

310 charred bricks stand like a little tower
Their defiance and resilience will never sour
For many will fall and crumble
But these brave bricks will never tumble

Their ears have heard and their eyes have seen
All the family memories that have been
Residents laugh and residents cry
And these bricks will not let those memories die

The bricks are now strengthened by fire
While all around is a smoking mire
Homes aren’t rebuilt with clay and sand
But rather, built on memories that will stand

For victims of the Palisades fires 2025