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.