The Mantle

All those nearest and those dearest

To my little heart

Are solidpeople of the earth,

Steady, sturdy, and smart.

They are grounded, and you can see it

In the color of their hair,

In the cool tones of their eyes,

And set of their stare.

The easy nature of their manner

Makes one right at home,

And the gentle hue of their lives

Ensures they're not alone.

Though I am from the same place,

And my life a similar shade,

I've had my own tones added.

I'm a little bit self-made.

I may not be as steady,

Nor have much coin saved,

But none who know me would deny

That I am strong and brave.

My outlook is much warmer,

For better or for worse.

I tend to see in ruddy shades,

Whether feeling sweet or terse.

You might say that I can see,

My whole world through rose lenses,

But this should not suggest to you

I'll overlook offenses.

For if you think youself superior

To any of those I love,

Or have the audacity to suggest

That they're not enough,

Then I can firmlyguarantee,

whether they're blood or not,

You will quickly come to find that

Unlike them, I burn hot.

For though I'm often quiet,

Should I hear ofone of mine defamed,

You will soon regret to learn

Why my hair is flame!