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Warmth Nearly fifty years ago I used to lie in my bed at Coatham Hall In the darkness Watching the dying red glow of the coke fire Before I went to sleep. Norma, our maid, used to creep in And change into her pyjamas Shadowed against the fire As she sought for warmth. Once I watched a lively mouse Run along the top of the fireguard. I would try to get the cat to sleep with me But it always objected and fled from beneath the sheets. In the early hours of the morning I would awake screaming in hot sweats. This happened frequently And my mother, worried, would come to comfort me. I was screaming at the nothingness I felt all around and in me. The emptiness. My being alone in the world of my head. No affection reaching me. I have been alone all my life except for three girls. My trilogy. Love is all you need. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%