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Not every treasure jingles loud,   Nor waits behind a will,   Some legacies are breathed, not bought—   A quiet, shaping skill. A steady hand through sleepless nights,   A voice that calms the storm,   The gift of being truly seen,   Of shelter, safe and warm. You gave your time when time was scarce,   You listened without end,   You taught me how to stand alone—   And also how to bend. The way you held the world at bay   When life was cold or wild,   The wealth you passed was in your gaze   Each time you called me “child.” Now years may turn and seasons shift,   And fortunes rise or fall,   But still I carry what you gave—   The richest gift of all. Not land, nor coin, nor fine estate,   But this I now possess:   The strength of love, the roots of grace,   A deeper inheritance.
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The Worth of My Time

No longer will I bend and break,  
For those who only take and take,  
Who see my worth in pennies tossed,  
Not knowing what my time has cost.  

I seek the ones who see the gold,  
In every story left untold,  
Who value effort, skill, and art,  
And pay the price for what I impart.  

For time is fleeting, work is deep,  
And no more shall I work for cheap,  
I’ll rise to find the clients who,  
Appreciate the work I do.  

With them, my craft will truly thrive,  
For they will see me come alive,  
In every task, each thoughtful move,  
My time, my worth—they'll never lose.

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