My children are my regal crown.
Every, single, day I wear it.
No locked vitrine hides my pride,
It is not paraded for ceremonies,
Or considered by tourists on a rainy day.

These gemstones,
mined and hauled, paid with sweat,
Polished to the fiercest shine,
Are held mightily in their delicate settings.
They view and feel the world from the highest throne,
And I climb higher again because of them.

This world has left a legacy of flaws,
In return, their facets insist and disperse colour
Relentlessly warming gelid territory,
So snowdrops can dare to grow once more

Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2021-09-27 at 23:23

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Much enjoyed, I feel the defiance and optimism.

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Quite good. The words of this poem live.