Candle



i heard a joyful noise
and beheld a bright sight

in your mother's travail
your candle gave light

your a capella voice,
was like a nightingale's,
song birthed by the night

melodic cries sparkled
like bright starlit gems
as i held and cradled them
in my clasped hands

rocking your sparkles to
soft tunes that never dim

for only too soon blows in the wind

tomorrow's storm cries and wails
from sorrows blown in by the gales
snuffing out youth's innocent flame
‘til only the wick and cold wax remain



02/02/2009



Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-07-09 at 18:56

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