Original Poems

7: Fire Child

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Fire Child

By: Inventedbeliever

I stare up at the ceiling above me,
and think of all the warm summer nights
we shared by the fire.
Am I supposed to grieve over those?
The stars were so bright,
Such as the comets in your eyes.
Your tiny hands shivered with cold,
so I warmed them with mine.
Trees rustled with the breeze,
so I shielded your small ears.
The fire was too hot sometimes,
so I wiped your tears.
Since your mother passed,
I didn't know how to care for you.
And eventually,
Protecting you became harder.
Soon,
I was too weak.
I couldn't hold onto you any longer.

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