Administered by:
My Lady
In a world burning dirty oils
people burnt to ashes from overwork
the gentle heat of the home
soothes the pain of the blisters
gained by neglect of self and soul
a respite is made yours through her
shaking off worries like rain off an umbrella
flour glints in a sunbeam
made perfect through its imperfectness
lazy mornings made into raucous evenings
a heart aches at the sound
worship of the small things
entwined fingers or a teapot full
we chase warmth
and so the fire is given to give