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.

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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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