Morning comes,
with its glint of light,
with its “begin again”, ever hopeful,
sense the powers within you,
behind you,
what brought you here,
what takes you forward,
Night is darkest before the dawn,
a buzzing tension in the air,
then light appears,
in all its glory.
Be a candle, be a light,
in total darkness, be a tiny flame.
It means everything.
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Doctor Grandma 