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When I was a small child
I was given a gift,
by my Mum, or my Gran,
I’m not sure.
It was just there,
like an old family friend at the table.
Warm, it shone brighter than any jewel,
filling the air with music and the perfumes
of home.
I lost it, one black day, in school.
Many years passed,
I caught glimpses of it,
or a whiff,
in times of great stress.
Once I had it in my hand,
when my daughter died.
But it slipped through my fingers
unnoticed.
I found it again,
in the ruin of my Sons burnt-out car.
Not sullied by years of disuse,
or the heat of the fire.
Brighter, louder, stronger than ever before.
So strong now, is my faith,
that I fear it may burn
those' I
love.
