The Candle

A poem about my mother.

The wax drips down like the tears of my youth

To say its flame keeps me warm is speaking sooth

Its light let's me know that she's there

Without a doubt in my mind I know that she cares

It burns me when I'm out of line

But it's only to polish me till I shine

The candle gives me inspiration for life

And reminds me that opportunities are rife

I fear the day that I will find out

that the candle has gone out.

The End

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