The Afternoons of My Childhood

The warmth, the belonging
of the afternoons of my childhood
keep me cozy on cold nights still.
The whirring fan that toiled during those afternoon siestas, in my childhood home
did cool me, always, but failed,
to shoo away the warmth
of family, of friendships, of love.
For that warmth, I still hold close
and draw limitless strength.
Ah, they still hold me captive
those afternoons of my childhood.

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