Fire Child Poem by Zyw Zywa

Mama came home, I paraded
with her hat and bag, look
how cute, take a picture, now!

The photo is still there
with some other ones
because they are nice

sometimes also because it's me
I recognize myself in a face
that I'm willing to show

and keep, fitting
to my mysterious self
of not getting caught

by my own eyes
that wish to see fire
the eternal fire

everything one soul in the cycle
of earth, water, and wind
in me