JUST A GIRL BY THE FIRE
The hearth is the heart
The home
The peace
The happiness
The memories
Of those deceased
The girl by the fire sits alone
She protects and tends and remains unknown
People lose time for fire and friends
But she will still keep it warm to the very end
Her eyes burn golden, wise and warm
While others run off to chase a bigger storm.
Running around with no time to pause
The girls fire burns dimmer and you are the cause
Next time you see her stop and chat
Just enjoy her company and wonder where you are at
As our interest in family weakens , so does the fire
And Hestia will still continue to tire
The hearth is dying .
Just a girl by the fire.
/////////////////////////// Hello minna . Thought of this when reading Percy Jackson and the titans curse because Hestia says "no-one ever writes poems about me" so I thought I would :D Such amazing books . I can't count how many times I've read them
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My SpArKs Of InSaNiTy (Poetryish #1) (Complete)
PuisiThese are some things I think of at random and they may be a bit weird :) (Mostly poems from 2014-2015) with a couple of recent additions that overlap with my next poetry book on here. I didn't post on here for a while so I think starting a new one...
