Chapter 17
Warmth I Make Myself
Clouds roll in and sun goes down, I kindle light from my own crown — make my heat, my golden glow, warm myself and mine below.
When sun retreats and grey skies stretch wide,
and no soft hand comes to stay by my side —
I gather every spark I’ve ever known,
and kindle warmth from what I’ve made my own.
My golden centre holds a quiet fire,
fed by the hope that never did expire.
I wrap myself in light I do not borrow,
then share that glow with every bright tomorrow.
No need to wait for heat from far away;
I turn my own heart into a sun each day.
It keeps me safe through cold and lonely nights,
and feeds my little ones with gentle lights.
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